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The troupe and I’ve been out on a vacation; we marched Northward to see the Hill Cumorah Pageant. The Pageant is a two hour production, depicting 10 stories from the Book of Mormon. It takes place outside of Palmyra, a sweet little town in upstate New York. M has seen the Pageant several times; this was my and the kids’ first time.

It was wonderful. The sheer size of the thing was impressive– the stage is built on 3/4’s of a huge hill. There are explosions, a rainstorm, explosions, dancing, explosions… It rained for the first hour the night we went, but the kids were entranced. Heck *I*, jaded old me, skeptical me, I was enthralled. Despite the rain. Which is not to say I wasn’t pleased as punch when it let up.

Beyond the scale and the explosions…the pageant made me realize how much I am a believer. Yep, I know all about the supposed historical inaccuracies; I know that no-to-little-archaeological-evidence exists of the nations described in the Book of Mormon. And yet…truth is something more than archaeology and history– which are, in the end, artifacts of only what we can uncover right now. And the story depicted by the Pageant, and by the Book of Mormon is true.

Despite the rain.