Stories passed down for hundreds of years.

 Jacob, the younger brother of Nephi, and sons of the prophet Lehi, who left Jerusalem in the commencement of the first year of the reign of Zedekiah, King of Judah (about 600 A.D. See 2 Kings 24:18) wrote to us. He spoke of the difficulty of engraving on the metal plates, but he wanted to write that “which will give our children and our beloved brethren, a small degree of knowledge concerning us, or concerning their fathers… that they may know that we knew of Christ, and had a hope of his glory many hundreds years before his coming.” (Jacob 4:3-4)  

I recently had the privilege of hearing an American Indian speak at a fireside. He told of hearing the stories of the Book of Mormon and he recognized them as stories that were passed down among his people for hundreds of years. I think of the legacy I am, or should be, leaving my children and beloved brethren and sisters and in fact all that I associate with, that Jesus is the Christ and that he lives. He arose from the tome on the third day and he lives.