Aaron Cook

[Aaron Cook @AaronCook18403]

@NationalSecJour Iran has Chinese seas parrot missles and how many boats have they sunk?

[Aaron Cook @AaronCook18403]

@Mormonger You can adopt out your embryos

[Aaron Cook @AaronCook18403]

@PetGorilla

[Aaron Cook @AaronCook18403]

@PetGorilla

[Aaron Cook @AaronCook18403]

@PetGorilla

[Aaron Cook @AaronCook18403]

@PetGorilla Nice crop job read the restof the page

[Aaron Cook @AaronCook18403]

@Salt_n_Smoke @CameronNielsen Read the 1st 2 lines again

[Aaron Cook @AaronCook18403]

@eStream_ @TruthHolder2023 If you have to choose between what Jesus said or an alternative view of Paul's writings, which do you choose. We choose both Cheist and Paul because they work together if you drop your tilt on the teachings of Paul. If you choose your concept Paul over Christ you are a Pauline

[Aaron Cook @AaronCook18403]

@dttpeople See the problem is you set up charecatures of our beliefs

[Aaron Cook @AaronCook18403]

@KaiSchwemmer You cant stalk someone even if you think stolen something

[Aaron Cook @AaronCook18403]

@RigdonNancy3 @ThoughtfulSaint Your judgment of him seems pretty Pharacitical

[Aaron Cook @AaronCook18403]

@syninlv What leaders? Give me some names

[Aaron Cook @AaronCook18403]

@marcado_razon @nicoraytruth Why would Satan convince thousands of people to accept Jesus and live wholesome lives?

[Kirk Rollins @nicoraytruth]

THIS IS ALL TRUE

Before a single Mormon missionary set foot on African soil, the Lord had already gone ahead of His servants and prepared a people in secret.

In the late 1960s, in eastern Nigeria, a schoolteacher named Anthony Obinna lay down to sleep and was carried in vision into a beautiful building he had never seen.

A tall man walked him room by room through its shining halls. Years passed. Then, confined to his home during the violence of the Nigerian Civil War, Obinna opened a tattered copy of Reader’s Digest and froze.

There, in an article about a people called the Mormons, stood the very building from his dream: the Salt Lake Temple. He had never heard the word before. “From the time I finished reading the story,” he said, “I had no rest of mind any longer.”

He wrote to Salt Lake City and was told plainly that no missionaries were coming. He kept writing anyway. The Spirit would not let him stop.

He raised a chapel with his own hands, painted “Nigerian Latter day Saints” near its roof in blue letters, and gathered a congregation to a church that did not yet know they existed.

When the senior missionaries finally found his nameless street in 1978, Obinna met them at the door and said the words he had waited a lifetime to speak: “You have come at last.”

A thousand miles west, in Ghana, the same fire was burning.

One morning in March of 1964, as Joseph William Billy Johnson rose to begin his daily work, the Spirit of the Lord fell upon him and he heard his own name spoken three times out of the air: “Johnson, Johnson, Johnson. If you will take up my work as I will command you, I will bless you and bless your land.”

Trembling and weeping, he answered yes, and from that hour he could not be stopped. He walked fifty miles in a day and counted it nothing, telling himself he was following the pioneers who had died in the snow.

Persecution came.

Newspapers mocked him.

Landlords threw him into the street.

And still the gifts of God rested on him so plainly that the missionaries who came later called him the Saint Paul of Ghana, a man of healing and prophecy and dreams.

When his own faith faltered in the long silence, his deceased brother appeared to him in the night and told him not to leave, for he had chosen the only true Church, and to prove it the brother sang him a hymn Johnson had never once heard in his life: Come, Come, Ye Saints.

By the time the elders arrived, Johnson had baptized no one, held no priesthood, owned no authority anyone in Utah recognized. He had only ten congregations and a thousand souls standing ready in the rain, waiting to be brought into the waters.

This is the truth that the dreams of West Africa thunder back at us, and we forget it at the peril of our own souls.

The Restoration is a living flame, and the flame belongs to God, and God lets it fall wherever He pleases.

He answered a farm boy in a grove in New York.

He answered an african schoolteacher in a war and a metal clerk on a Ghana morning, and He did not love one of them less than another.

He spoke to them in the only language He needed: the dream, the burning chest, the voice that calls a man three times before dawn.

[Aaron Cook @AaronCook18403]

@eStream_ @TruthHolder2023 Are you a Paulian or a Christian

[Jared Bell @jaredadairbell]

I bursted, laughing out loud, when I heard “1 in 15 trillion”

Banger

[Aaron Cook @AaronCook18403]

@LDSLaw @Judah0451 @EricCMeadows Yeah.... why would a demon want a "cult" of some of the most wholesome Christian people in the world

[Aaron Cook @AaronCook18403]

@BenBird53920553 @Apologetics941 John was part of passing the Priesthood authority to our day. Peter , James and John put their hands on Joseph Smith's head to give him the authority

[Aaron Cook @AaronCook18403]

@Apologetics941 @JordanSorensen9 Read the Bible. He asked Jesus to stay on earth to minister and the Savior tells him that he will

[Aaron Cook @AaronCook18403]

@elderchudjk @LDSLaw He also started China's 🇨🇳 rise in the world