By
Miguel Angel Tinoco Rodriguez
Zion, July 19th 2010
Be still and know. This is a short but touching true story of a little Jewish girl with no name whom I have named Little Bereishith, or Briseis which interpreted means Genesis. Briseis was a little girl in the wake of her life that lived in the basement of a town home somewhere south east of a hilled and peaceful German town. She is a toddler of approximately two or three years of age. She is by age and appearance a little younger than my youngest daughter.
My wife and I met Briseis at her resting place last night or this morning in a dream. In the dream I had, my wife, our daughters and I were in our own dwelling place which was also a bright Red bricked town home. And as my wife and I were about in our household business in the morning, I heard the cries of a little child in the basement where my daughter Liesel Briseis was sleeping. I thought it was her when I hasted down the basement. But when I got down there, I found her awake and not crying at all. She was serene and still resting in her little wooden bed wondering also where the cries were coming from.
The little girl cries we had heard did not cease. I was pained and troubled and I sat at the bed near my daughter, trying to figure out where the lonesome of cries of a forgotten or left behind little girl were coming from. I looked at the side walls and it did not come from there. Then, I looked by the window by the headboard of the old wooden bed and suddenly the window became the door of an incineration oven. I hasted to open it, and I discovered the bulged yet, incinerated body of a little girl resting on her belly as if she had gone to sleep quietly and peacefully. The eyes of my spirit were then opened and I saw and heard the little spirit of the girl crying. She was white and beautiful, full of vigor more beautiful and finer than the Gerber baby. I immediately grabbed her out and put her in my shoulder to console her until she stopped crying.
When I had done this, I called my wife to come down and she hasted down the stairs and saw me in a position of carrying a baby but she did not see it. When I told her of the incident she did not believe it. But as I explained her and showed to her the incineration oven she also saw the little incinerated body and she believed. I then gave her the baby which she mimicked to grab and carry as I had also done. We did not feel it, but we new that we were holding her.
We grabbed our other daughters and we all went out of the town house on to look for her parents of the little girl hoping never to find them. The little toddler could walk and my wife grabbed her by the hand but we could no longer see her. She had disappeared from our sight as soon as we bought her out to the day light. And this is the story of little Bereishith, the girl with no name.
Some may ask how a loving and merciful God would allow such horrible abominable things to happen. Others may argue and say that God does not exist at all. But I will show you that God does truly exist. He some times allows the innocent to be taken in the most ignominious ways, with fear and cries, sometimes with pain and others without the slightest pain. And this he does so his righteous judgments can fall without measure upon the wicked when the cup of his indignation is full.
And they brought their wives and children together, and whosoever believed or had been taught to believe in the word of God they caused that they should be cast into the fire; and they also brought forth their records which contained the holy scriptures, and cast them into the fire also, that they might be burned and destroyed by fire.
And it came to pass that they took Alma and Amulek, and carried them forth to the place of martyrdom, that they might witness the destruction of those who were consumed by fire. And when Amulek saw the pains of the women and children who were consuming in the fire, he also was pained; and he said unto Alma: How can we witness this awful scene? Therefore let us stretch forth our hands, and exercise the power of God which is in us, and save them from the flames.
But Alma said unto him: The Spirit constraineth me that I must not stretch forth mine hand; for behold the Lord receiveth them up unto himself, in glory; and he doth suffer that they may do this thing, or that the people may do this thing unto them, according to the hardness of their hearts, that the judgments which he shall exercise upon them in his wrath may be just; and the blood of the innocent shall stand as a witness against them, yea, and cry mightily against them at the last day. Now Amulek said unto Alma: Behold, perhaps they will burn us also. And Alma said: Be it according to the will of the Lord. But, behold, our work is not finished; therefore they burn us not.
(Book of Mormon Alma 14:8 - 13)
Attentively to all whom it may concern, from a servant in the hands of Christ
Miguel Angel Tinoco Rodriguez.
