Day 7

Abinadi was a prophet who prophesied to a group of Nephites, under rule of wicked King Noah and his priests. By the power of God, no men were able to lay hands on Abinadi until he had delivered his message of Christ and called the people to repentance. When his message--thus his work--was done, he was soon after burned, a martyr for Christ. But his work was not in vain. One priest named Alma believed him. He ran away and hid from King Noah's men who sought to kill him, too. In secret, people went to Alma whereupon he taught them what Abinadi had taught. Alma became a high priest when his group of baptized followers rejoined the larger, main body of Nephites later on. It was his son Alma the Younger, along with his friends the sons of Mosiah (Ammon, Aaron, Omner, and Himni), have a fantastic story about them (Mosiah, chapters 27-28). Alma the Younger gives a great sermon about faith (Alma chapter 32). He served small missions among the Nephites while the sons of Mosiah served among the Lamanites (as previously talked about). So many came to know the truth about Christ--all from Abinadi performing his work and proclaiming Christ to the people he was called to preach to. 

And what did he preach of? Well, pretty much what all of the other prophets talked of. The Savior. Abinadi even quoted Isaiah, and basically summarized what Christ would come to earth to do. It comprises all 12 verses of Mosiah 14 . What stands out to me personally, is the line "surely he has borne our griefs, and carried our sorrows" (verse 4). That and everything else that was part of Christ's work here on the earth began with the birth of a tiny baby in Bethlehem. 

What Child is this, who laid to rest,

On Mary's lap is sleeping?

Whom angels greet with anthems sweet

While shepherds watch are keeping?

This, this is Christ the King

Whom shepherds guard and angels sing.

Haste, haste to bring Him laud,

The Babe, the Son of Mary.

Why lies He in such mean estate

Where ox and ass are feeding?

Good Christian, fear: for sinners here,

The silent Word is pleading.

This, this is Christ the King

Whom shepherds guard and angels sing.

Haste, haste to bring Him laud,

The Babe, the Son of Mary.

Nails, spear, shall pierce Him through,

The Cross be borne, for me, for you:

Hail, hail, the Word made flesh,

The Babe, the Son of Mary!

This, this is Christ the King

Whom shepherds guard and angels sing.

Haste, haste to bring Him laud,

The Babe, the Son of Mary.

So bring Him incense, gold and myrrh;

Come peasant, king to own Him.

The King of Kings salvation brings;

Let loving hearts enthrone Him.

This, this is Christ the King

Whom shepherds guard and angels sing.

Haste, haste to bring Him laud,

The Babe, the Son of Mary.

Raise, raise, the song on high,

The Virgin sings her lullaby:

Joy joy for Christ is born,

The Babe, the Son of Mary!

This, this is Christ the King

Whom shepherds guard and angels sing.

Haste, haste to bring Him laud,

The Babe, the Son of Mary.