A VISION Of GETHSEMANE The Testimony of Orson F. Whitney Then came a marvelous manifestation, and admonition from a higher source, one impossible to ignore. It was a dream, or a vision in a dream, as I lay upon my bed in the little town of Columbia, Lancaster County, Pennsylvania. I seemed to be in the Garden of Gethsemane, a witness of the Savior's agony. I saw Him as plainly as ever I have seen anyone. Standing behind a tree in the foreground, I beheld Jesus, with Peter, James, and John, as they came through a little wicket gate at my right. Leaving the three Apostles there, after telling them to kneel and pray, the Son of God passed over to the other side, where He also knelt and prayed. It was the same prayer with which all Bible readers are familiar: "Oh my Father, if it be possible, let this cup pass from me: nevertheless not as I will, but as Thou wilt.." As He prayed the tears streamed down His face, which was toward me. I was so moved at the sight that I also wept, out of pure sympathy. My whole heart went out to Him; I loved Him with all my soul, and longed to be with Him as I longed for nothing else. Presently He arose and walked to where those Apostles were kneeling -- fast asleep! He shook them gently, awoke them, and in a tone of tender reproach, untinctured by the least show of anger or impatience, asked them plaintively if they could not watch with Him one hour. There He was, with the awful weight of the world's sins upon His shoulders, with the pangs of every man, woman and child shooting through His sensitive soul -- and they could not watch with Him one poor hour! Returning to His place, He offered up the same prayer as before; then went back and again found them sleeping. Again He awoke them, readmonished them, and once more returned and prayed. Three times this ocurred, until I was perfectly familiar with His appearance -- face, form and movements. He was of noble stature and majestic mien -- not at all the weak, effeminate being that some painters have portrayed; but the very God that He was and is, as meek and humble as a little child. All at once the circumstances seemed to change, the scene remaining just the same. Instead of before, it was after the crucifixion, and the Savior, with the Three Apostles, now stood together in a group at my left. They were about to depart and ascend into Heaven. I could endure it no longer. I ran from behind the tree, fell at His feet, clasped Him around the knees, and begged Him to take me with Him. I shall never forget the kind and gentle manner in which He stooped, raised me up, and embraced me. It was so vivid, so real. I felt the very warmth of His body, as He held me in His arms and said in the tenderest tones: "No, my son, these have finished their work; they can go with me; but you must stay and finish yours." Still I clung to Him. Gazing up into His face -- for He was taller than I -- I besought Him ferverntly: "Well, promise me that I may come to you at the last." Smiling sweetly, He said, "That will depend entirely upon yourself." I awoke with a sob in my throat, and it was morning. Elder Orson F. Whitney served as an Apostle from 1906-1931. Elder Whitney served his mission in Pennsylvania in 1876 - 1877. For a few months of his mission he served in Columbia, Lancaster County, Pennsylvania. He left Columbia on April 8th, 1877 to serve in Waynesboro. Elmer Zink was born in Columbia, Lancaster County, Pennsylvania, on April 8th -- a "little" less than 100 years later, -- and lived there most of my life, before moving to North Carolina in 1990. -- -- Elmer Sources: Whitney, Orson F., Through Memories Halls, 1930, pg. 82. Hinckley, Bryant S., The Faith of Our Pioneer Fathers, 1956, pg. 211-218. Whitney, Orson F., "A Vision of Gethsemane," Instructor , Feb 1968, pg. 68. Kimball, Spencer W., Faith Precedes the Miracle, 1972, pg. 27.