Steve's Book of Mormon Another Testament of Jesus Christ 1st and 2nd Nephi

The Testimony of the Prophet Steve Howard

These words be from the Prophet Steve Howard about how he came upon The Book of Mormon:
“I was standing on a mountain beholding the wonders of the Almighty God…
“Behold, before me did appear the Lord Jesus Christ unto me, floating in the sky.
“Obviously he had a white robe. In fact it was whiter than white. It was so white that I marveled at its whiteness failing to marvel at what I first thought was Jesus Christ floating there not heeding the law of gravity. He had pretty impressive pectoral muscles. I noticed that too. Keeping fit.
“He said, ‘Stevie, my man, you got some work to do for me. God said.
“Who are you,’ I asked him.
“Moroni.”
“I didn’t want to tell him I’d never heard of him, floating there like he was Jesus himself. So I smiled.
“Moroni told me about the gold plates, where they were, what was on them and that Jesus Christ had been personally involved so it wasn’t one of those pondering kind of things.
“Of course I needed special breast plates to translate the secret language used on the buried gold plates. A special stone, stones, Urim and Thummim. It was sounding a little far fetched.
“But he was serious. And I was to tell no one until it was time and he said. Or he would kill me. And while contemplating that he made it clear in my mind where the plates were and how to get there.
“Then he flew off into heaven and I watched as he went.
“Okay. That was crazy. I thought.
“And holy fish soup. It was suddenly very bright again and there he was again before me.
“He told me what he told me the first time. With that being retold, he went on the end of the world stuff. Drought, war, guns, bombs, terror, television and cat videos. But that I must have misheard. He did have a thick accent, Moroni. Then off he went again.
“By the time I had refocused on what and where and other details to remind me of things, Moron zooms in again. He told me Satan would try to explain how much several hundred gold plates were worth.
“No fooling, I thought. And watched his last serious look before he flew off again.
“I heard a bird.
“I went down from my rock, confused and ecstatic. Attempting to continue my journey as if nothing major had happened, I came upon a spot in the sun and lay down to rest.
“Then Moroni was there again telling me to tell my father what had happened to me.
“So I did, where upon he said if God wants you to do something then there is no point in even contemplating not doing it because God don’t fool around with giving jobs to people. So went we to the place where I knew the stories to be.
“It was conveniently up cottage country way in Ontario. On a hill, by a tree, under a big rock, in a big box, made of Italian pink marble, just under the earth. It took us half the day to get the thing unearthed and up out of the hole. We had to use levers made from a tree.
“And there inside, behold, the gold plates, the Urim and Thummim, and the breastplate, like Moroni said.
“That’s some box, my father said. And it was.
“I wanted to have a look at the plates and the magic translating things. But Moroni said I had to wait. Until 35 years later. I didn’t ask why. Not something you do with God’s private crew.
“So I went back every year to see Moroni who smiled and told me to come back in a year.
“Finally in the spring of two-thousand-seventeen, I got the box of goodies. And Moroni helped me transport them, which was great since the whole deal was even too much for a tough pick-up truck.
“Beholding them in my dwelling, I understood the precaution. The wisdom of God on gold. There were, are many who would kill their own family to get their evil grimy hands on the plates. But the words on the plates had a value that could not be bought with any worldly wealth.
“Moroni told me that those calling themselves Mormon may contest my having the plates and thus would take them from me when my job was completed. God willing not so long after the rediscovering of the plates.