By Rod Johnson

Rodric believes Moroni included special instruction for Modern times and wants to share his unique perspective the same way Moroni shared in The Book of Mormon.

Moroni Saw Me

Moroni Saw MeHope is the essence of faith in things that are true. Through the challenges of life, a young boy journeys for peace, acceptance, and joy. The story is about budding faith that grows into the thriving flowers of hope with the guided hand of the divine. Rodric, the boy, finds challenges that seem constant with the loss of a loved one or the challenge of standing alone. 
Longing for a paternal relationship he never gets, Rodric finds his Father in God as he turns to Him for support. He goes through humorous experiences, daring adventures and near fatal rendezvous all with the same goal in mind, hope in something more, which he finds! 

The boy grows into a man dealing with more love and loss and the realities of racism even in the face of religion. Finding faith in Christ and realizing it is not enough, urges him onward to discipleship as he suffers greatly to refine himself more to become like his Master Jesus Christ. 

Experience the passion, the joy, the journey and the hope of one man under the prophetic eye of Moroni, an ancient American prophet who provided the guide that led Rodric to Christ. Hope is the driving force of the human condition to reach for greatness. Will it last? Yes! Reach with him!

Moroni Saw Me: Life & Thoughts of a Saint - Uncle Dad

Yeah, I said it! I am writing a memoir and I believe that an ancient prophet saw my life. The commentary on it can be found in The Book of Mormon: Another Testament of Jesus Christ. Below is one of the stories that I do not mention in the book about my life of grief and HOPE.

On Being a Dad

Uncle was my idol growing up because he was a dad. All my cousins had a dad and I wanted a dad. My father was alive and well at the time, but to my knowledge, he did not attempt to include himself in my life. Since my cousins referred to Uncle as dad, I picked up the practice of referring to him as such—at least in my mind! The title “Uncle,” equaled in stature to the title of “Dad.” I imagined Uncle loving me the way he loved his children. It worked sometimes too,
He took all the boys fishing often, something I did not find interesting. Going with him though, made me feel included. I never made it known that I did not like fishing because that dislike paled in comparison at the thought of spending time with Uncle.
I do not recall the place where we fished this one time. A bunch of us kids accompanied Uncle. Every time we went fishing, he caught something for us to eat. We had fresh crab or fried fish, it was great! I wanted to be just like Uncle, but I had no fishing pole.
My cousin let me borrow his pole and some bait. Uncle showed me how to cast off and in went my bait. I hooked a fish my first try and pulled it in! I did not really know what to do and felt awkward about the situation.
I saw the pleased look on Uncle's face and beamed with pride. My cousin determined since I used his pole that he had jurisdiction over my fish also. I did not protest. The fact that I made Uncle proud provided all the satisfaction I needed. Cousin mutilated my fish. He said he did it to make more bait for other fishing. It made sense to my young mind, but Uncle chastised him for it. Again, I was overjoyed that I merited Uncle's concern. I was in heaven! I did not know it at the time, but I starved for a father figure. I am glad that Uncle was there to fill that role for me when he had eight of his own about whom to worry.
The trial that I experienced with Uncle occurred when I absentmindedly retrieved the sugar scooper from the dirty floor where I carelessly dropped it as we stood in the kitchen together. Looking back on that experience and what happened afterward, I believe there was something else on Uncle's mind than my mistake because of the intensity of his response. He yelled at me once he saw what I had done, took the scooper out of the sugar container, dumped some of the sugar out of the container and slapped me.
He did not try to hurt me, I know because Uncle would have taken my head off had he really put any power behind the slap! The reason I remember it so distinctly rests upon the great reverence and love I had for Uncle. Up to that juncture, never had he really yelled at me that I could remember and he had always been the “cool” parent—he did help raise me. To hear the disappointment in his voice and the anger to strike me caused so much shame I wished to disappear.
I remember his hand crossing my face after asking me why I had not cleaned the scooper off before putting it back into the canister. I responded with some typical silly kid response that Bill Cosby would poke fun at had he heard. I remember his hand raked my left eye just a little. I covered my face with both hands and stood there embarrassed. I could not cry because I thought it would diminish me in his sight, and I could not move because I would cry.
I do not recall how long I stood there after that, but my other cousin and friend comforted me afterwards. She did not comfort me because I felt abused or physically hurt. I thought I had made Uncle into an enemy. She comforted me because I thought I disappointed the only man that I knew as a father by being careless.
To some, the incident was insignificant, but to my kid-self, my world had its foundation shaken. I have never really recovered from the disappointment I felt I caused my uncle, which amazingly still affects me presently. I regret I allowed years to pass without mentioning ever to Uncle how much I loved him and how important his opinion of me mattered. As strange as it seems to me, what I learned is to express my love while I can.
Moroni seeing that the love of people will wane in the last days taught, “charity is the pure love of Christ.” This love I knew I had toward all of my official and unofficial parents. He records that “it endureth forever; and whoso is found possessed of it at the last day, it shall be well with him.” (Moroni 7:47-48) I knew when I read Moroni’s words that I at least had this love of Christ, charity for some people. I needed it for all people, not just my Uncle! My quest to include all people in my charity net would have to grow and it did.
I would not slap my kid for making a mistake I determined.
As strange as it seems, I learned from this terrible incident. What I learned is to express my love while I can. Moroni seeing that the love of people will wane in the last days taught that “charity is the pure love of Christ.”1 This love I knew I had toward all of my officialand unofficial parents. He records that “it endureth forever; and whoso is found possessed of it at the last day, it shall be well with him.”*I knew when I read Moroni’s words that I at least had this love of Christ, charity for some people. I needed it for all people, not just my Uncle!
Later in life, I learned how to get it. “Wherefore,” Moroni informs, “pray unto the Father with all the energy of heart, that ye may be filled with this love, which he hath bestowed upon all who are true followers of his Son, Jesus Christ.” * I could get that love if I prayed for it because it is a gift God gives to all of the true Christians!
I still love Uncle even though the family dynamics have change over the years. No one can take away my good experiences with him or the lesson I learned when I dropped the sugar scooper. The first lesson is:
  • Sometimes even the best relationships have problems; but those problems are fixable if both parties are willing to forgive.
I did forgive him. It took a long time for that to happen. Moroni knew that I would have many situations like this, so he put in Chapter Seven in The Book of Moroni in the Book of Mormon. Like Paul in The Holy Bible, Moroni instructed us to have charity, which suffers long and is kind. It does not seek its own desires but the good desire of others. I urge you read the chapters and verses I suggest as you follow along if I have not included them here. Wow, feels like Sunday school!
The second lesson I learned from that episode with Uncle is
  • To be careful of my actions because I might not enjoy the consequences.
I gave no thought to my action when I removed the sugar scooper from the floor and put in into the container. Though it was a simple thing, do not great things occur because of simple actions?
Alma taught that! The teaching may not come directly from Moroni, but he still saw my day, my life and supported the book with his life that would eventually teach me.
*Moroni 7:47-48