3 Nephi 7 — Thoughts and Testimony on 3 Nephi 7

I’ve been studying 3 Nephi 7, and I keep coming back to this thought: how could anyone be angry at a prophet who had the power to raise someone from the dead? I can’t wrap my mind around that. If anything, that kind of miracle would pull me closer to God, not drive me away. It would have been enough at any time in my life to stir me back into the fold.

Verse 22 really stopped me this time:

“Those who had devils cast out from them, and were healed of their sicknesses and their infirmities, did truly manifest unto the people that they had been wrought upon by the Spirit of God, and had been healed; and they did show forth signs also and did do miracles among the people.”

I’ve read that verse before, but today it felt new—almost alive. Those who had been healed didn’t just go home and keep quiet; they went out and performed miracles themselves. That realization touched me deeply. The power of God doesn’t stop with the prophet—it moves through the people who believe, who have been changed, who have felt His Spirit heal them.

If our time really does parallel theirs, then miracles are happening all around us. I believe that. Our prophets and apostles are performing miracles—maybe not always the kind that make headlines, but quiet, sacred ones that change lives. President H. Oaks, President Henry B. Eyring, and President D. Todd Christofferson, our newly sustained Prophet and First Presidency, carry that same charge to preach repentance and draw people back to Christ. I know there are miracles surrounding their ministry, even if we don’t always hear about them.

We live in such a remarkable time. With technology, we can see the world almost instantly. We can watch faith grow in places far away. Yet sometimes I wonder if we’ve become so used to seeing everything that some forget to really see the hand of God in anything. In my own family, I see both sides—some who recognize His power and grow stronger in their faith, and others who turn away, almost unwilling to see. That’s hard to watch as a parent.

But I hold onto hope. I bear quiet witness of the power of God, even if it’s not always spoken out loud. I write so my children, grandchildren, and those who come after me will know that I believed—that I know the gospel of Jesus Christ is true. He really is the One who sets us free, who gives us life again, and who still performs miracles today through those who love Him.