{"id":8295,"date":"2026-05-25T15:56:06","date_gmt":"2026-05-25T22:56:06","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/novus2.com\/righteouscause\/?p=8295"},"modified":"2026-05-25T16:06:52","modified_gmt":"2026-05-25T23:06:52","slug":"the-mother-of-the-mormon-prophet-lucy-mack-smith-the-family-faith-and-the-gospel-she-never-quite-found","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/novus2.com\/righteouscause\/2026\/05\/25\/the-mother-of-the-mormon-prophet-lucy-mack-smith-the-family-faith-and-the-gospel-she-never-quite-found\/","title":{"rendered":"The Mother of the Mormon Prophet: Lucy Mack Smith, the Family Faith, and the Gospel She Never Quite Found"},"content":{"rendered":"

EARLY MORMON PERSONALITIES \u2014 EIGHTEENTH INSTALLMENT<\/strong><\/p>\n

Lucy Mack Smith\u2019s Lifelong Search for Assurance<\/em><\/p>\n

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A Voice on the Frozen Shore<\/b><\/span><\/h2>\n

On a raw morning in early May of 1831, on the wind-scoured bank of Lake Erie, a company of weary religious refugees sat huddled and despairing. The ice had not yet broken on the lake; their boat could not pass; their provisions were thin; and the new faith that had drawn them from their farms in western New York toward an unknown gathering place in Ohio seemed, in that frozen hour, like a cruel joke played upon the credulous. Into that gloom stepped a woman of fifty-five, small of frame and immense of will. She had buried a son. She would, before she finished her course, bury most of the rest. But on this morning, she rose among the discouraged and rebuked their faintheartedness with a sentence that has echoed through Latter-day Saint memory ever since.<\/p>\n

Where is your faith in God? \u2026 If I could make my voice to sound as loud as the trumpet of Michael the archangel I would declare the truth from land to land and from sea to sea.<\/i><\/span><\/p>\n

\u2014 <\/strong><\/span>Lucy Mack Smith,<\/strong><\/span> addressing the stranded Saints at Buffalo, May 1831<\/i><\/span><\/p><\/blockquote>\n

The woman was Lucy Mack Smith. To the gathering Saints, she was already, and would remain, simply \u201cMother Smith\u201d<\/strong><\/em><\/span>\u2014the matriarch of the family from which the whole movement had sprung, the mother of the man they believed to be a prophet. Her life is a study in paradox. She was, by every account, including her own, a woman of fervent and lifelong piety: a daily reader of Scripture, a tireless petitioner in prayer, a seeker who tramped from meetinghouse to meetinghouse in search of the \u201ctrue church.\u201d<\/strong><\/em><\/span> And yet this same devout searcher came at last to rest her hope not in the finished work of Christ proclaimed in the very Bible she revered, but in the visionary claims of her own son. Herein lies the tension that makes her story worth telling. How does a woman steeped in the Scriptures from childhood\u2014who pleaded with God for the salvation of her soul\u2014arrive at a gospel that the historic church has always recognized as another gospel entirely?<\/p>\n

This essay traces that journey with sympathy and with candor. Lucy Mack Smith deserves neither caricature nor canonization. She was a brave, intelligent, grief-tempered woman whose courage under persecution would shame most of us, and whose maternal devotion is genuinely moving. She was also a woman whose religious instincts ran toward the experiential and the marvelous rather than the plain word of the gospel\u2014and whose memoir, suppressed by Brigham Young and quietly \u201ccorrected\u201d<\/strong><\/em><\/span> by later church officials, sits at the center of one of the most revealing controversies in early Latter-day Saint history. To understand Lucy is to understand, in miniature, the whole strange and compelling birth of Mormonism.<\/p>\n

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A Daughter of New England<\/b><\/span><\/h2>\n

Origins and Early Life<\/b><\/em><\/span><\/h3>\n

Lucy Mack was born on July 8, 1775, in Gilsum, New Hampshire\u2014a hamlet of stony fields and steepled meetinghouses, born into a nation being born. The muskets of Lexington and Concord had sounded only weeks before. She entered the world, in other words, in the very season when the old colonial order, religious as well as political, was breaking apart. That collapse would shape the whole spiritual landscape of her life. With the disestablishment of state churches and the loosening of New England\u2019s once-iron ecclesiastical grip, religion in the early republic became, as historians have observed, a kind of open marketplace\u2014a contest of revivals, tracts, itinerant preachers, and competing claims to the \u201ctrue\u201d<\/strong> <\/em><\/span>apostolic faith. Into that ferment Lucy was born, and in it she would spend her seeking years.<\/p>\n

Her family embodied the spiritual restlessness of the age. Her father, Solomon Mack, was a hard-bitten Revolutionary soldier and frontier laborer who lived most of his life indifferent to religion and came to a dramatic conversion only in old age. He was painfully honest about his earlier neglect of his children\u2019s souls.<\/p>\n

I never taught them the fear of the Lord, nor instructed them in the ways of righteousness.<\/i><\/span><\/p>\n

\u2014 <\/strong><\/span>Solomon Mack<\/strong><\/span>, A Narrative of the Life of Solomon Mack (1811)<\/i><\/span><\/p><\/blockquote>\n

Yet Solomon paid his wife a tribute that tells us much about the household Lucy grew up in. Lucy\u2019s mother, Lydia Gates Mack, was a devout Congregationalist whose quiet influence over her children outstripped, in her husband\u2019s estimate, anything heard from a pulpit. As Solomon put it, all the flowery eloquence of the pulpit could not match the influence of his wife upon their children. From her mother, Lucy absorbed the conviction that a woman\u2019s peculiar vocation was the spiritual nurture of her family\u2014a conviction that would become the organizing principle of her entire adult life, and, as we shall see, a key to the religion her son would build.<\/p>\n

Religion ran in the Mack blood, but it ran in eccentric channels. Lucy\u2019s brother, the Reverend Jason Mack, led his own small religious movement and embraced a kind of primitive faith-healing piety. Two of her older sisters underwent intense visionary experiences\u2014folk-religious confirmations that their sins had been pardoned and that they had been called as witnesses to summon others to repentance. In the rural New England of Lucy\u2019s childhood, such visionary episodes were not regarded as aberrations; they were within the accepted range of devout experience, mingling freely with the broader folk culture of dreams, portents, divining rods, and seer stones. This is a point of capital importance for understanding Lucy. She was reared in a world where direct, dramatic, supernatural communication was expected, sought, and trusted\u2014a world in which a vivid dream or a heavenly voice carried more spiritual authority than a doctrine carefully drawn from the text of Scripture.<\/p>\n

That formative atmosphere\u2014intense personal religiosity wedded to an experiential, visionary epistemology\u2014would prove decisive. Lucy did not lack zeal. She lacked, as we will see, a settled grasp of the gospel of grace that might have anchored that zeal. And the culture that formed her had taught her to look for God\u2019s confirmation in feelings, dreams, and signs rather than in the finished and sufficient revelation of Christ.<\/p>\n

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The Dark and Lonesome Chasm<\/b><\/span><\/h2>\n

A Lifelong Search for Assurance<\/b><\/em><\/span><\/h3>\n

In January 1796, at twenty, Lucy Mack married Joseph Smith Sr., a man as religiously restless as she\u2014though restless in a different direction. Where Lucy hungered for the certainty of the \u201ctrue church,\u201d<\/strong><\/em><\/span> Joseph Sr. leaned toward Universalism and held himself aloof from organized denominations altogether, a skeptic of creeds who nonetheless shared with his wife a thoroughgoing belief in the folk-magical practices of their time and place. Theirs was a union of two seekers who could not agree on what they were seeking, and the spiritual loneliness of that mismatch pressed heavily on Lucy.<\/p>\n

The decisive crisis of her interior life came around 1802\u20131803, a few years and two children into the marriage. Lucy fell gravely ill with consumption\u2014the same disease that had carried off two of her sisters\u2014and believed herself to be dying. What she records of that night of terror is one of the most theologically revealing passages she ever dictated, for it lays bare the exact shape of the spiritual problem at the heart of her life.<\/p>\n

I knew not the ways of Christ; besides, there appeared to be a dark and lonesome chasm between myself and the Saviour, which I dared not attempt to pass.<\/i><\/span><\/p>\n

\u2014 <\/strong><\/span>Lucy Mack Smith,<\/strong> <\/span>recalling her illness, in Lucy\u2019s Book \/ Biographical Sketches<\/i><\/span><\/p><\/blockquote>\n

Read that sentence slowly, because everything turns on it. Here is a woman who had read the Bible from childhood, prayed daily, and attended countless revivals\u2014and who, facing death, confesses that she does not know the ways of Christ and perceives an unbridgeable gulf between herself and her Savior. The gospel of the New Testament exists precisely to answer that terror. \u201cTherefore being justified by faith, we have peace with God through our Lord Jesus Christ\u201d<\/strong><\/em><\/span> (Romans 5:1). The chasm Lucy dreaded has, in the apostolic gospel, already been crossed\u2014not by the sinner\u2019s striving, but by the Savior\u2019s blood: \u201cye who sometimes were far off are made nigh by the blood of Christ\u201d<\/strong> <\/em><\/span>(Ephesians 2:13). The astonishing thing is not that Lucy felt the chasm. Every awakened conscience feels it. The astonishing thing is that, surrounded by Bibles and revivals, she did not know that Christ Himself was the bridge.<\/p>\n

What she did instead is profoundly characteristic. Rather than casting herself on the finished work of Christ, she spent the night in a frantic bargain\u2014vowing to God a lifetime of exemplary religious devotion if only her life were spared. And then came what she had been conditioned all her life to seek: a voice. A supernatural reassurance descended upon her, she said, echoing the words of Scripture: \u201cSeek and ye shall find; knock and it shall be opened unto you. Let your heart be comforted; ye believe in God, believe also in me.\u201d<\/strong> <\/em><\/span>Lucy recovered, and she spent the rest of her life laboring to make good on the vows she had made.<\/p>\n

Notice the architecture of her faith as it emerges here. Assurance comes not through trusting a promise already secured in Christ, but through a private, mystical experience\u2014a voice in the night\u2014that follows upon a vow of future performance. This is the works-and-wonders religion of the frontier revival, not the grace-and-faith gospel of the apostles. It is sincere. It is even, in its way, beautiful. But it is built on the wrong foundation, and that misplaced foundation would make Lucy uniquely receptive, a quarter-century later, to a son who offered exactly what she craved: fresh visions, new revelations, and the promise of a single true church that would gather her whole family safely to one fold.<\/p>\n

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Seeking the True Church<\/b><\/span><\/h2>\n

The Road Toward Her Son\u2019s Restoration<\/b><\/em><\/span><\/h3>\n

Through the years of childbearing and frontier hardship\u2014and the family knew bitter hardship, sliding from modest prosperity into debt and repeated uprooting\u2014Lucy never abandoned her quest for the true church. She went, in her own words, \u201cfrom sect to sect.\u201d<\/strong><\/em><\/span> She drank in the preaching of the revivalists. She prayed for her indifferent husband\u2019s conversion and was comforted by dreams promising that he would yet receive \u201cthe pure and undefiled Gospel of the Son of God.\u201d<\/strong><\/em><\/span> Joseph Sr., for his part, began having a sequence of symbolic dreams\u2014seven in all, of which Lucy could later recount five in detail\u2014that she interpreted as divine commentary on his spiritual condition.<\/p>\n

Sometime after 1824, following the death of her eldest son Alvin, Lucy formally cast in her lot with the Western Presbyterian Church in Palmyra, New York\u2014the only denomination with a meetinghouse in the village\u2014taking with her three of her children: Hyrum, Samuel, and Sophronia. The historian John Matzko has noted the poignancy of this: reared by a devout Congregationalist mother through a childhood marked by loss, Lucy gravitated naturally toward the Presbyterians even while never fully resting in them. Her husband would not join. And, crucially, neither would her son Joseph Jr.<\/p>\n

Here, the family chronology collides with one of the most consequential claims in all of Mormonism\u2014and we will return to the collision at length. According to the canonical account Joseph Smith dictated years later, he had already, by the spring of 1820, received a glorious vision in which God the Father and Jesus Christ appeared to him in a grove and forbade him to join any of the existing churches, which were declared an abomination. If that vision occurred as later described, it is difficult to explain why Lucy, Hyrum, Samuel, and Sophronia proceeded\u2014some four years afterward\u2014to join one of the very churches the Lord had supposedly condemned, and remained active Presbyterians until roughly 1828, a full year after Joseph said he had obtained the golden plates. The plain behavior of the family in the documentary record fits awkwardly, to say the least, with the cornerstone story the church would later build upon.<\/p>\n

What is not in doubt is that, once Joseph began to speak of an angel, buried plates, and an ancient American record, Lucy\u2019s long search found its terminus. She stopped attending Presbyterian meetings. In her telling, the family was seized with joy at the prospect that God was about to grant them \u201ca more perfect knowledge of the plan of salvation and the redemption of the human family.\u201d<\/strong> <\/em><\/span>The seeker had found her object\u2014not in a creed, but in her own household. When the Church of Christ was organized on April 6, 1830, Lucy was baptized soon after, and the dream of her lifetime\u2014a family united in one true faith\u2014appeared at last fulfilled.<\/p>\n

We were now confirmed in the opinion that God was about to bring to light something upon which we could stay our minds \u2026 the sweetest union and happiness pervaded our house, and tranquility reigned in our midst.<\/i><\/span><\/p>\n

\u2014 <\/strong><\/span>Lucy Mack Smith,<\/strong><\/span> Biographical Sketches of Joseph Smith (1853)<\/i><\/span><\/p><\/blockquote>\n

The historian Jan Shipps has observed a telling habit in Lucy\u2019s narration: she tells the story of the Restoration not in the third person, as the achievement of Joseph alone, but in the first person plural\u2014\u201cwe,\u201d \u201cours,\u201d \u201cus.\u201d<\/strong> <\/em><\/span>For Lucy, Mormonism was never merely her son\u2019s prophetic mission. It was the Smith family enterprise, the answer to a mother\u2019s lifelong prayer that her children might be gathered into one fold. That maternal vision is the emotional engine of her whole memoir\u2014and, arguably, one of the most powerful human forces in the founding of the movement.<\/p>\n

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Mother in Israel<\/b><\/span><\/h2>\n

Lucy\u2019s Role in the Early Movement<\/b><\/em><\/span><\/h3>\n

It would be a grave underestimation to cast Lucy Mack Smith as a passive bystander to her son\u2019s career. She was, in the first decade of the church, one of its most visible and forceful figures\u2014a leader, a missionary, a witness, and the living symbol of the Smith family\u2019s claims. When the New York Saints prepared to gather to Kirtland, Ohio, in 1831, it was Lucy who shepherded a company of roughly fifty believers from the Waterloo\u2013Fayette area across the lakes\u2014and it was on that journey, at the frozen Buffalo harbor, that she delivered her ringing rebuke to the faint of heart. That same year, she accompanied her son Hyrum on a mission toward Detroit and Pontiac, Michigan, freely bearing testimony of the Book of Mormon to all who would hear.<\/p>\n

In Kirtland and later in Missouri and Illinois, she functioned as a true mother of the community. She opened her home to streams of newly arrived and often destitute converts, at times sleeping on her own floor so that strangers might have her bed. She helped raise funds to build a school. On at least one occasion, she stood toe to toe with a Presbyterian minister in defense of the new faith. And when her husband was ordained the church\u2019s first Patriarch in late 1833\u2014likened by Joseph to Adam, a \u201cprince over his posterity\u201d<\/strong><\/em><\/span>\u2014Father Smith insisted that his wife accompany him to the blessing meetings, where she sometimes added or confirmed a blessing of her own. The familial texture of early Mormonism, in which the gathered Saints were knit into a kind of vast extended household under \u201cFather\u201d and \u201cMother\u201d<\/strong><\/em><\/span> Smith, owed a great deal to Lucy\u2019s personal presence and authority.<\/p>\n

Her status only deepened amid catastrophe. While Joseph and Hyrum languished in Liberty Jail through the Missouri winter of 1838\u201339, Lucy held the extended family and the surrounding Saints together. She joined the Nauvoo Relief Society at sixty-six, telling the assembled women she hoped the Lord would bless the society in \u201cfeeding the hungry, clothing the naked.\u201d<\/strong><\/em><\/span> And when at last the unthinkable came\u2014when Joseph and Hyrum were murdered at Carthage on June 27, 1844\u2014it was Lucy who looked upon the bodies of her martyred sons and cried out in words that fuse a mother\u2019s anguish with the language of the cross.<\/p>\n

My God, my God, why hast thou forsaken this family?<\/i><\/span><\/p>\n

\u2014 <\/strong><\/span>Lucy Mack Smith,<\/strong><\/span> on viewing the bodies of Joseph and Hyrum, June 1844<\/i><\/span><\/p><\/blockquote>\n

A month later, her son Samuel was dead too, of an illness brought on by the exertions and terrors of those days. Of her grown sons, only the distant William remained. \u201cI was left desolate in my distress,\u201d<\/strong> <\/em><\/span>she said. \u201cI had reared six sons to manhood, and of them all, one only remained.\u201d<\/strong> <\/em><\/span>The reader who comes to Lucy Mack Smith looking only for theological error will be ambushed, again and again, by the sheer weight of her suffering. Whatever else must be said about her beliefs, her grief was real, her courage was extraordinary, and her steadfastness in the face of mob violence was the equal of any martyr\u2019s.<\/p>\n

\u201cDo You Want to Kill Me?\u201d<\/b><\/i><\/span><\/h3>\n

Nowhere is that courage more vivid than in the harrowing scene she recounted at the October 1845 general conference in Nauvoo\u2014the first recorded instance of a woman addressing a Latter-day Saint general conference. With armed men swarming the family\u2019s quarters during the Missouri persecutions, and her sons already seized, Lucy faced down the mob with a defiance that is almost terrible to read.<\/p>\n

Ten men came in and said, \u201cWe have come in to kill the heads of the family.\u201d Says I, \u201cDo you want to kill me?\u201d They said yes. I said, \u201cI want you to do your work quick, for I would then be happy.\u201d<\/i><\/span><\/p>\n

\u2014 <\/strong><\/span>Lucy Mack Smith,<\/strong> <\/span>General Conference address, Nauvoo, October 8, 1845<\/i><\/span><\/p><\/blockquote>\n

This is the steel beneath the piety. Lucy Mack Smith was not a credulous old woman to be pitied; she was a frontier matriarch of granite resolve who had stared down death more than once and meant every word of her defiance. It is precisely because she was so formidable\u2014and so manifestly sincere\u2014that her testimony became, and remains, one of the load-bearing pillars of the Latter-day Saint origin story. Which makes the controversy surrounding that testimony all the more significant.<\/p>\n

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The Vision That Wasn\u2019t There<\/b><\/span><\/h2>\n

Lucy\u2019s History and the Missing First Vision<\/b><\/em><\/span><\/h3>\n

In the winter of 1844\u201345, aged and ailing and freshly widowed of three sons, Lucy Mack Smith resolved to set down her testimony before death took her. Visitors were forever pressing her, she said, for the particulars of Joseph\u2019s early experiences\u2014of his getting the plates and \u201cseeing the angels at first\u201d<\/strong><\/em><\/span>\u2014and she had nearly worn out her lungs in the retelling. So she invited Martha Jane Knowlton Coray to take down her recollections, assisted later by Martha\u2019s husband, Howard, one of Joseph\u2019s former scribes. The result was a 214-page preliminary manuscript, the raw memoir of the prophet\u2019s mother, dictated from memory and shaped by a lifetime of love and grief.<\/p>\n

It is what this manuscript contains\u2014and what it does not\u2014that has made Lucy\u2019s history a battlefield. For when Lucy came to narrate the beginning of her son\u2019s prophetic calling, she did not describe the event that the modern church regards as its second cornerstone, surpassed in importance only by Christ Himself: the 1820 First Vision, in which the Father and the Son are said to have appeared together to the boy Joseph in the grove. In her own words, Lucy told a different story altogether.<\/p>\n

One evening we were sitting till quite late conversing upon the subject of the diversity of churches \u2026 [Joseph] went to bed and was pondering in his mind which of the churches was the true one. But he had not lain there long till he saw a bright light enter the room where he lay. He looked up and saw an angel of the Lord standing by him.<\/i><\/span><\/p>\n

The angel spoke: \u201cI perceive that you are inquiring in your mind which is the true church. There is not a true church on earth\u2014no, not one\u2014and has not been since Peter took the keys \u2026 The churches that are now upon the earth are all man-made churches. \u2026 The record is on a side of the hill of Cumorah \u2026\u201d<\/i><\/span><\/p>\n

\u2014 <\/strong><\/span>Lucy Mack Smith,<\/strong> <\/span>Preliminary Manuscript (1844\u201345)<\/i><\/span><\/p><\/blockquote>\n

Set the two accounts side by side, and the divergence is stark. In the canonical First Vision, a fourteen-year-old Joseph is moved by the Epistle of James to pray in the woods, and there he beholds two glorious personages, the Father and the Son. In his mother\u2019s earliest telling, there is no grove, no daytime, no two personages\u2014only an angel appearing at Joseph\u2019s bedside one night after a family conversation about competing churches, an angel whose message folds the rejection of all churches together with the announcement of the buried record. Joseph\u2019s mother\u2014his most devoted earthly supporter, dictating her testimony a full quarter-century after the events\u2014appears to have known nothing of a First Vision of the Father and the Son in 1820. In her memory, the founding heavenly visitation was the nighttime visit of an angel pointing to the plates.<\/p>\n

When Lucy\u2019s manuscript reached print, this gap was quietly filled. The apostle Orson Pratt, carrying a copy of the manuscript to England, published it at Liverpool in 1853 as Biographical Sketches of Joseph Smith. At the point where the First Vision belonged, Pratt simply inserted a lengthy extract\u2014some eight pages\u2014lifted nearly verbatim from Joseph\u2019s own official history as printed in the Times and Seasons, prefaced by a transitional sentence claiming that the extract from Joseph\u2019s history would \u201cshow, more clearly than I can express,\u201d<\/strong><\/em><\/span> the state of his feelings. Nowhere else in the entire memoir does Lucy surrender her own voice in favor of an official document. The seam is visible to anyone who looks.<\/p>\n

The Faithful Reply\u2014and Its Limits<\/b><\/i><\/span><\/h3>\n

Latter-day Saint apologists have offered earnest responses, and fairness requires that they be heard. They rightly point out, first, that it was Orson Pratt, not Brigham Young, who inserted the Times and Seasons extract\u2014a useful correction to a common misstatement. Second, they note that Joseph\u2019s 1838 history itself frames the First Vision as something he initially kept largely private, telling his mother only that he had \u201clearned for [him]self that Presbyterianism is not true.\u201d<\/strong> <\/em><\/span>Third, and most substantively, they cite the 1845 autobiography of Wandle Mace, who recalled hearing the elder Smiths narrate Joseph\u2019s glorious vision of the Father and the Son\u2014\u201cThis is my beloved Son, hear Him\u201d<\/strong><\/em><\/span>\u2014suggesting that Lucy did, in conversation, speak of the vision even if her manuscript did not record it in those terms.<\/p>\n

These are not trivial arguments, and an honest critic grants their force. Yet they do not dissolve the central difficulty. The point is not merely that Pratt rather than Young inserted the passage; the point is that the passage had to be inserted at all, because the prophet\u2019s own mother, given a full and unhurried opportunity to set down the foundational events of the Restoration in her own words, produced an account in which the 1820 vision of the Father and the Son is absent and an angelic bedside visitation stands in its place. A late, secondhand recollection like Mace\u2019s\u2014recorded by a believer who had every reason to harmonize what he heard with the developing official story\u2014cannot bear the full weight required to close that gap. The most economical reading of the evidence is the one the documents themselves suggest: that the dramatic, two-personage First Vision of 1820 was not, in the earliest years, the cornerstone it later became, and that even Mother Smith\u2019s memory preserved an earlier and simpler shape of the story.<\/p>\n

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Eyewitness to the Plates<\/b><\/span><\/h2>\n

Lucy as Witness, and the Problem of Memory<\/b><\/em><\/span><\/h3>\n

Lucy\u2019s value to the movement was never merely sentimental; she was advanced as a material witness. The official church history reports that she testified to having hefted the golden plates in their cloth covering and to having handled the interpreters\u2014the Urim and Thummim\u2014with her own hands. To the gathered Saints and to inquiring visitors, the prophet\u2019s mother offered living, tactile corroboration of the marvelous claims at the heart of the faith. Her memoir is studded with such testimony, and it remains, for that reason, one of the most-cited primary sources in all of early Mormon studies.<\/p>\n

But the very richness of Lucy\u2019s recollection raises a sober question about the reliability of memory across decades\u2014a question her defenders and critics alike must reckon with. Consider the dream her memoir attributes to Joseph Smith Sr., supposedly received in 1811, of a desolate field, a narrow path, a rope along a stream, a marvelous tree bearing dazzlingly white fruit, and a great and spacious building full of mockers. The parallels to Lehi\u2019s vision of the tree of life in the Book of Mormon (1 Nephi 8) are unmistakable, point for point. Yet Lucy dictated this account in 1844\u201345\u2014more than fifteen years after the Book of Mormon was published and had become the family\u2019s daily reading. Even sympathetic Latter-day Saint writers concede the likeliest explanation: that the Book of Mormon\u2019s far more detailed account shaped how Lucy remembered, or at least how she phrased, her husband\u2019s long-ago dream. Memory, in other words, is porous; the stories we cherish reshape the stories we recall.<\/p>\n

This is not an accusation of dishonesty. It is simply the universal frailty of human recollection, and it cuts in a particular direction here. If a vivid scriptural narrative could retroactively color Lucy\u2019s memory of her husband\u2019s dream, then the same process could easily account for the way, later, official versions of Joseph\u2019s visions came to feel, to those who loved him, like things they had always known. The faithful insist Lucy simply \u201cforgot\u201d<\/strong><\/em><\/span> the First Vision; yet the church simultaneously insists the First Vision is so essential that without it \u201cwe have nothing.\u201d<\/strong><\/em><\/span> Both claims cannot comfortably stand. Either the founding theophany was forgettable, or it was foundational. The documents suggest that, in the beginning, it was neither widely known nor widely emphasized\u2014and that it grew into its later grandeur over time.<\/p>\n

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A Family Gospel<\/b><\/span><\/h2>\n

Theological Departure from Biblical Christianity<\/b><\/em><\/span><\/h3>\n

Whatever the historical puzzles, the deepest issue raised by Lucy Mack Smith\u2019s life is theological. The faith she embraced and tirelessly defended diverged from historic, biblical Christianity at its very foundations\u2014and the angel of her own preliminary manuscript states the first and governing divergence with brutal clarity: \u201cThere is not a true church on earth\u2014no, not one\u2014and has not been since Peter.\u201d<\/strong><\/em><\/span><\/p>\n

This is the doctrine of the Great Apostasy, the load-bearing premise of the entire Latter-day Saint project. It holds that within a generation or so of the apostles, the true church of Christ vanished utterly from the earth, its priesthood authority withdrawn, its ordinances corrupted, its gospel lost\u2014so that all of historic Christianity, Catholic, Orthodox, and Protestant alike, comprised \u201cman-made churches\u201d<\/strong><\/em><\/span> devoid of divine authority, awaiting a wholesale Restoration through Joseph Smith. Against this stands the plain promise of Christ Himself: \u201cI will build my church; and the gates of hell shall not prevail against it\u201d<\/strong> <\/em><\/span>(Matthew 16:18). The biblical Christ does not found a church doomed to total extinction; He pledges its perpetuity. To accept the angel\u2019s announcement to Joseph is to call the Lord\u2019s own promise a failure.<\/p>\n

From that root, other departures follow. The Restoration added new scripture\u2014the Book of Mormon, and later the Doctrine and Covenants and Pearl of Great Price\u2014to the biblical canon, against the sufficiency of the Scripture that is \u201cgiven by inspiration of God, and is profitable \u2026 that the man of God may be perfect, throughly furnished unto all good works\u201d<\/strong> <\/em><\/span>(2 Timothy 3:16\u201317). It grounded religious certainty in fresh visions and a new prophet rather than in the once-for-all faith \u201conce delivered unto the saints\u201d<\/strong><\/em><\/span> (Jude 3). And it would, in time, develop a doctrine of eternal families, sealings, and exaltation that promised precisely what Lucy had longed for all her life: not merely individual salvation, but the everlasting gathering of her household into one unbreakable family unit. The apostle Paul had foreseen the danger and pronounced upon it the gravest possible verdict: \u201cThough we, or an angel from heaven, preach any other gospel unto you than that which we have preached unto you, let him be accursed\u201d<\/strong> <\/em><\/span>(Galatians 1:8). Lucy received an angel; the apostle bids us weigh the message, not merely marvel at the messenger.<\/p>\n

How Did She Miss It?<\/b><\/i><\/span><\/h3>\n

Here we arrive at the question that ought to trouble and humble every reader\u2014and the honest historian must press it harder than sentiment would prefer. How could Lucy Mack Smith, reared in a Bible-reading home, a woman of daily prayer, a veteran of countless revivals, a lifelong and earnest seeker after God, miss the plain gospel of salvation set forth in the very Scriptures she revered? How could she stand on the edge of the \u201cdark and lonesome chasm,\u201d<\/strong><\/em><\/span> confessing she knew \u201cnot the ways of Christ,\u201d<\/strong><\/em><\/span> and never grasp that the gospel\u2019s whole burden is that Christ has crossed that chasm for us? It will not do to plead ignorance on her behalf. The gospel of repentance and faith was not whispered in some distant corner of her world; it was the loudest sound in the religious air she breathed.<\/p>\n

Consider the landscape into which she was born and in which she spent her seeking years. The great revivals that swept the American colonies from roughly 1740 onward\u2014the First Great Awakening of Jonathan Edwards and the tireless itinerant George Whitefield\u2014had saturated New England with a single, unmistakable summons. For a full century, from Whitefield to Finney, the church\u2019s keenest minds wrestled publicly with how conversion works and how the gospel ought to be preached, and the revivalists proclaimed one fundamental message: that the sinner must not trust in his own works but believe in the Lord Jesus Christ and be saved\u2014making sola scriptura and sola fide hallmarks of the awakening exactly as they had been of the Reformation. The figure who came to define the movement was the itinerant evangelist preaching without notes to vast crowds on a handful of evangelistic themes: sin, the wrath of God, the atoning work of Christ, justification, and the necessity of the new birth. This was the spiritual inheritance of every New England household of Lucy\u2019s generation. The doctrine that salvation is received, not achieved, was not obscure to her. It was famous.<\/strong><\/span><\/p>\n

And the volume only rose as she aged. By the time the Smiths settled in Palmyra, the Second Great Awakening was at flood tide all around them. By the 1830s, nearly every Protestant body in America shared a deep evangelical emphasis, and revivalism had become one of the most dynamic cultural forces in the whole of American life. The Palmyra\u2013Manchester district, where the family lived, was so combustible with competing revivals that it would later earn the name \u201cthe burned-over district.\u201d<\/strong><\/span> From the camp meetings born on the frontier\u2014the most famous at Cane Ridge, Kentucky, in 1801, where thousands gathered for days of unrelenting spiritual exercise\u2014to the \u201cprotracted meetings\u201d<\/strong><\/span> and the \u201canxious bench\u201d<\/strong><\/span> of the northern revivals, the machinery of conversion ran continuously, aimed especially at the young. Lucy did not merely overhear this preaching; by her own account, she pursued it, going \u201cfrom sect to sect,\u201d<\/strong><\/em><\/span> drinking in the revivalists, dragging her family from meetinghouse to meetinghouse. No one in her world was better positioned to hear the gospel of grace clearly and often.<\/p>\n

Here is the tragic irony, and it is sharp. The revival preachers laid out conversion as a clearly mapped sequence: a first \u201cconcern\u201d<\/strong> <\/span>for one\u2019s soul; an \u201cinquiry\u201d driven by the question what can I do to be saved?; an acute \u201canxiety\u201d; and finally \u201cconviction\u201d<\/strong><\/span>\u2014the terrifying recognition that there is absolutely nothing one can do to earn salvation\u2014after which the penitent was to repent and surrender wholly to God, who would then bestow His grace through the atonement of Christ. That morphology is precisely the path Lucy walked on the night she believed she was dying. She reached conviction: she knew \u201cnot the ways of Christ\u201d<\/strong><\/em><\/span>; she saw the chasm yawning between her soul and her Savior. The diagnosis was textbook. But at the decisive moment, where the very revivalists ringing in her ears summoned the convicted sinner to cast herself empty-handed upon the finished work of Christ, Lucy did the opposite\u2014she struck a bargain, vowing a lifetime of religious performance in exchange for her life. She got the disease exactly right and reached for precisely the wrong cure, and the right cure was being preached within walking distance of her door. That is not ignorance. That is, at some level, a turning aside.<\/strong><\/span><\/p>\n

Why was such a turning even possible for so sincere a woman? Part of the answer lies in a subtle corruption within the very revival culture that proclaimed grace so loudly. The awakening that announced salvation by faith also, in its later phases, made the experience of conversion the thing itself. At its core, this evangelicalism prized conversion not merely as something believed but as an intense emotional event that happened to a person, recognized as genuine by the very power and character of the feelings that accompanied it. And as the movement rolled into the nineteenth century, it drifted from its older Calvinist moorings toward a practical Arminianism that stressed the sinner\u2019s duty and ability to repent\u2014a temper Charles Finney distilled when he declared that religion \u201cis the work of man, it is something for man to do.\u201d<\/em><\/strong><\/span> A religion that locates assurance in the intensity of an experience, and salvation in something for man to do, can leave a tender and scrupulous soul forever auditing her own feelings for evidence of a grace she never feels she has secured. Lucy\u2019s night of bargaining is the very portrait of such a soul\u2014trying to manufacture peace from below, when the gospel offers peace from above as a gift already given: \u201cFor by grace are ye saved through faith; and that not of yourselves: it is the gift of God: not of works, lest any man should boast\u201d<\/strong><\/em><\/span> (Ephesians 2:8\u20139).<\/p>\n

Two further threads complete the answer, and both presuppose the first. The second is the folk-religious epistemology of her childhood, which had trained her to trust dreams, voices, visions, and signs as the surest guides to truth. A heart schooled to seek God in the marvelous is poorly armored against a son who offers marvels in abundance. Where the noble Bereans \u201csearched the scriptures daily, whether those things were so\u201d<\/strong><\/em><\/span> (Acts 17:11), Lucy searched her experiences\u2014and the experiences of those she loved\u2014for confirmation, and so the clearly preached word was forever being overruled by the privately felt sign. The third thread is the most human of all: a mother\u2019s yearning. Lucy wanted, above everything, her family gathered safely into one true fold. When her own son arose claiming to offer exactly that\u2014and to make her household the very instrument of the world\u2019s redemption\u2014the longing of a lifetime overpowered the discernment of a moment. Love, even holy love, can blind.<\/p>\n

So the verdict must be more searching than mere sympathy allows. Lucy Mack Smith did not fail to grasp the gospel because it was hidden from her; she failed to grasp it though it was declared from every revival platform of her age.<\/strong> <\/span>The diagnosis the preachers offered, she accepted; the remedy they offered, she declined\u2014substituting the vow for the surrender, the sign for the word, and at last the prophet-son for the proclaimed Christ. There is no superiority to be taken here, only a graver warning. The same forces that turned Lucy aside\u2014the hunger for experience over the word, the trust in signs over Scripture, the willingness to follow a compelling personality past the boundary of the gospel\u2014are perennial, and they operate most powerfully on those who, like her, are most religiously earnest. \u201cLet him that thinketh he standeth take heed lest he fall\u201d<\/strong> <\/em><\/span>(1 Corinthians 10:12). Lucy Mack Smith is not a cautionary monster. She is a cautionary mirror\u2014and the gospel she walked past is the same one still sounding, plainly, for any who will not turn aside.<\/p>\n

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Character Study and Moral Evaluation<\/b><\/span><\/h2>\n

To weigh Lucy Mack Smith justly is to hold several truths together without letting any one of them crowd out the rest. She was, first, a woman of magnificent natural gifts: a leader who could rally a discouraged company on a frozen shore, a storyteller whose memoir crackles with dialogue and drama, a matriarch whose home was a refuge for the destitute, and a witness whose courage under mortal threat never broke. Her devotion to her children was total and, in its endurance through wave upon wave of bereavement, genuinely heroic. One cannot read her account of cradling thirty sick souls through the Missouri persecutions, or of begging her shackled sons for one last word, without being moved to reverence for the human spirit she displayed.<\/p>\n

She was, at the same time, a woman of pronounced blind spots. Her religious instincts ran chronically toward the experiential and the wondrous, leaving her without a stable doctrinal anchor and therefore vulnerable to every vivid claim of fresh revelation. She mistook intensity of feeling for soundness of faith. She read her own dreams and her family\u2019s, as oracles. And she allowed her deepest natural affection\u2014her love for her sons and her hunger for family unity\u2014to become the lens through which she judged the truth of extraordinary spiritual claims, when truth ought to have judged the claims first and the affections after. These are not the failings of a wicked woman; they are the failings of a warm-hearted and undiscerning one, and they are failings to which the most sincere believers are often the most prone.<\/p>\n

The contradiction at the center of Lucy\u2014the lifelong Bible-reader who never found the gospel of grace, the fearless witness whose central testimony shifts under documentary scrutiny\u2014is not a contradiction we can resolve by deciding she was either a saint or a fraud. She was neither. She was a real and complicated woman, shaped by a turbulent age and by choices that flowed naturally, even sympathetically, from the loves and longings of her heart. To portray her as anything simpler would be to falsify both the history and the human being.<\/p>\n

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Revising Mother Smith<\/b><\/span><\/h2>\n

Suppression, \u201cCorrection,\u201d and Sanitized History<\/b><\/em><\/span><\/h3>\n

The afterlife of Lucy\u2019s memoir is itself a case study in how an institution manages an inconvenient founding document. When Orson Pratt published Biographical Sketches in 1853, the book generated immediate controversy. Then, more than a decade after the fact, Brigham Young moved against it. In 1865, he publicly condemned the work, complained of its errors of date and chronology, asserted that Lucy\u2019s memory had been impaired, and\u2014most remarkably\u2014ordered the Saints to surrender their copies to be destroyed. He then assigned his counselor, George A. Smith (Lucy\u2019s own nephew), and Judge Elias Smith to revise and \u201ccorrect\u201d<\/strong><\/em><\/span> the text. The corrected edition did not appear until 1901\u201303, authorized by Lorenzo Snow and implemented under Joseph F. Smith, who was, fittingly, Lucy\u2019s own grandson.<\/p>\n

The official framing today minimizes all this. The church\u2019s own history topic concedes the suppression but assures readers that the revisions \u201caltered less than 2 percent of the text,\u201d<\/strong><\/em><\/span> that Lucy\u2019s errors were \u201crelatively minor and infrequent,\u201d<\/strong><\/em><\/span> and that more than 190 of the roughly 200 names in her history are independently corroborated. There is a 1955 visitor\u2019s testimony, duly cited, that the aged Lucy \u201cretained her faculties to a remarkable degree,\u201d<\/strong> <\/em><\/span>quietly rebutting Brigham Young\u2019s charge of senility. The overall impression conveyed is of a fundamentally trustworthy and treasured family record, lightly touched up for accuracy.<\/p>\n

That impression is not false, but it is artfully incomplete\u2014and the incompleteness is instructive. A \u201cless than 2 percent\u201d<\/strong><\/em><\/span> statistic measures volume, not significance; a single inserted passage at exactly the spot where the First Vision belongs can be far more consequential than a thousand words of corrected dates. The official account does not foreground that the original manuscript lacked the canonical First Vision; that the Times and Seasons extract was stitched in to supply the deficiency; that Lucy\u2019s candid reference to the family\u2019s folk-magical practices\u2014the \u201cfaculty of Abrac,\u201d<\/strong><\/em><\/span> the drawing of \u201cmagic circles\u201d<\/strong><\/em><\/span>\u2014was among the material trimmed away; or that the revisions tended systematically to recenter a personal family memoir upon the prophet and the institutional church. Independent scholars have argued that Brigham Young\u2019s real motive lay less in chronological errors than in his animus toward Lucy\u2019s wayward son, William, and in his rivalry with Orson Pratt. The pattern is one any student of the movement will recognize: an unflattering or complicating primary source is first suppressed, then quietly revised, and finally presented to the modern faithful in a reassuring statistical frame that technically tells the truth while declining to tell the whole of it.<\/p>\n

This is the ordinary machinery of religious self-presentation, and it is not unique to Mormonism. But it bears directly on how a thoughtful Christian should receive the testimony of Mother Smith. The church asks us to trust Lucy\u2019s memoir as a faithful witness to the Restoration, while having itself, for a season, ordered that memoir destroyed and then corrected it into closer conformity with the official story. One cannot consistently lean on a document for its authority and edit it for its embarrassments without inviting the scrutiny precisely this controversy has provoked.<\/p>\n

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Legacy and Significance<\/b><\/span><\/h2>\n

Lucy Mack Smith died in Nauvoo on May 14, 1856, never having made the trek west. She remained behind with her daughters, with her daughter-in-law Emma, and with Joseph\u2019s sons, while the body of the church followed Brigham Young to the Great Basin. Her final years were lived in the seam between the rival branches of the movement her son had founded\u2014honored by all, fully at home in none. It was a quietly fitting end for a woman whose whole life had been a search for a fold that could finally hold her family together.<\/p>\n

Her legacy is larger than her quiet death suggests. As the mother of the prophet and the author of the first sustained Smith family history, Lucy shaped the way Latter-day Saints have understood their own origins ever since. She gave the movement its archetype of the \u201cmother in Israel\u201d<\/strong><\/em><\/span>\u2014a title Brigham Young himself conferred upon her by acclamation at the 1845 conference\u2014and she modeled the fusion of family devotion and religious zeal that remains central to Latter-day Saint culture to this day. Her memoir preserves episodes of early church history for which no other source survives, and for that reason alone, it will always be indispensable to historians, however carefully it must be handled.<\/p>\n

From a Christian theological vantage, her significance is of a different and more sobering kind. Lucy Mack Smith stands as a vivid embodiment of how a sincere and Scripture-reading soul can be drawn, step by gradual step, into a gospel that is not the gospel\u2014drawn by the longing for assurance, by the trust in signs and wonders, by the love of family, and by the magnetic claims of a charismatic prophet who happened to be her own son. She is proof that earnestness is not enough, that religious feeling is not the same as saving faith, and that the only sure ground beneath the seeker\u2019s feet is the finished work of Christ proclaimed in the Scriptures she so diligently read but somehow passed over.<\/p>\n

For the Christian who seeks to love his Latter-day Saint neighbors\u2014as Lucy\u2019s descendants in the faith\u2014her story is finally an invitation to compassion rather than contempt. The chasm Lucy dreaded is real; her dread of it was honest; her solution was tragically misplaced. The answer she spent her life seeking was nearer than she ever knew, on the pages open before her: \u201cBeing justified freely by his grace through the redemption that is in Christ Jesus\u201d<\/strong> <\/em><\/span>(Romans 3:24). To carry that answer gently to those who, like Mother Smith, are still searching from sect to sect and sign to sign, is the truest tribute we can pay to the memory of a remarkable and sorrowing woman who looked for a bridge across the chasm, and never saw the one already built.<\/p>\n

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Principal Sources & Further Reading<\/b><\/span><\/h2>\n

Primary and secondary sources were consulted in the preparation of this essay. Quotations from Lucy Mack Smith\u2019s 1853 Biographical Sketches, her 1844\u201345 preliminary manuscript, and her 1845 general-conference address are drawn from the public-domain originals as reproduced and discussed in the following:<\/p>\n

\u2022 Lucy Mack Smith<\/strong> <\/span>(Wikipedia): https:\/\/en.wikipedia.org\/wiki\/Lucy_Mack_Smith
\n\u2022 \u201cLucy Mack Smith,\u201d<\/strong> <\/span>Church History Topics: https:\/\/www.churchofjesuschrist.org\/study\/history\/topics\/lucy-mack-smith?lang=eng
\n\u2022 \u201cLucy Mack Smith: A Faithful Witness,\u201d<\/strong> <\/span>Liahona (Jan 2021): https:\/\/www.churchofjesuschrist.org\/study\/liahona\/2021\/01\/lucy-mack-smith-a-faithful-witness?lang=eng
\n\u2022 Lucy Mack Smith, History, 1844\u20131845<\/strong> <\/span>(Joseph Smith Papers): https:\/\/www.josephsmithpapers.org\/paper-summary\/lucy-mack-smith-history-1844-1845\/40
\n\u2022 At the Pulpit,<\/strong> <\/span>ch. 5 (Church Historian\u2019s Press): https:\/\/www.churchhistorianspress.org\/at-the-pulpit\/part-1\/chapter-5?lang=eng
\n\u2022 FAIR,<\/strong> <\/span>\u201cLucy Mack Smith \/ History\u201d: https:\/\/www.fairlatterdaysaints.org\/answers\/Lucy_Mack_Smith\/History
\n\u2022 \u201cMother Knows Best \u2014 Joseph Smith\u2019s Mother on the First Vision\u201d<\/strong><\/span> (wasmormon.org): https:\/\/wasmormon.org\/mother-knows-best-joseph-smiths-mother-on-the-first-vision\/
\n\u2022 \u201cHarrowing Story of When a Mob Prepared to Kill Her\u201d<\/strong> <\/span>(LDS Living): https:\/\/www.ldsliving.com\/lucy-mack-smith-shares-harrowing-story-of-when-a-mob-prepared-to-kill-her-the-vision-that-warned-her-of-their-coming\/s\/88278
\n\u2022 The Dialogue Journal,<\/strong> <\/span>\u201cThe First Vision Controversy\u201d: https:\/\/www.dialoguejournal.com\/articles\/the-first-vision-controversy-a-critique-and-reconciliation-2\/
\n\u2022 \u201cLucy Mack Smith\u201d<\/strong> <\/span>(From the Desk): https:\/\/fromthedesk.org\/lucy-mack-smith\/
\n\u2022 Lucy Mack Smith\u2019s Witness of the Book of Mormon<\/strong> <\/span>(LDS Scripture Teachings): https:\/\/www.ldsscriptureteachings.org\/2017\/01\/lucy-mack-smiths-witness-of-the-book-of-mormon\/
\n\u2022 Lucy Mack Smith family memoir<\/strong> <\/span>(full text, xmission archive): https:\/\/user.xmission.com\/~research\/central\/lucymacksmith.pdf<\/span><\/span><\/span><\/span><\/span><\/span><\/span><\/span><\/span><\/span><\/span><\/span><\/span><\/p>\n

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A Note on Research Methods and Accuracy<\/strong><\/span><\/h3>\n

In recent years, some have voiced concern that artificial intelligence may distort facts or introduce inaccuracies into serious research. That criticism deserves acknowledgment. However, AI has now evolved into the most powerful research instrument available to any dedicated scholar\u2014capable of analyzing vast datasets, cross\u2011referencing historical records, and surfacing overlooked connections across sources. This work represents a collaboration between the author\u2019s investigative inquiry, verified primary documentation, and the advanced analytic capabilities of AI research tools. Here, AI was not used as a ghostwriter or a shortcut for scholarship, but as a disciplined research partner devoted to rigor, accuracy, and transparency.<\/em><\/span><\/p>\n

Every factual claim in this work has been subjected to active verification. Where AI\u2011generated content was used as a starting point, it was tested against primary sources, peer\u2011reviewed scholarship, official institutional documentation, and established historical records. Where discrepancies were found\u2014and they were found\u2014corrections were made. The author has made every reasonable effort to ensure that quotations are accurately attributed, historical details are precisely rendered, and theological claims fairly represent the positions they describe or critique.<\/em><\/span><\/p>\n

That said, no work of this scope is immune to error, and the author has no interest in perpetuating inaccuracies in the service of an argument. If you are a reader\u2014whether sympathetic, skeptical, or hostile to the conclusions drawn here\u2014and you identify a factual error, a misattributed source, a misrepresented teaching, or a claim that cannot be substantiated, you are warmly and genuinely invited to say so. Reach out. The goal of this work is not to win a debate but to get the history right. Corrections offered in good faith will be received in the same spirit, and verified corrections will be incorporated into future editions without hesitation.<\/em><\/span><\/p>\n

Truth, after all, has nothing to fear from scrutiny\u2014and neither does this work.<\/em><\/span><\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"

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