The Open Grave — a Samoan young man is raised from the dead
Eli Te’o, a chieftain from the village of Mapusaga, Samoa, recounted the following story of faith, as related by Elder Liddell. This story was published in the Church News, May 16, 1948, on page three.
“When I was about 18 years old, I was in the village of Pago Pago trying to do what I could to help translate the Doctrine and Covenants into the Samoan language. A friend of mine named George came to our village to work as a carpenter. After about 3 months, he became very sick and was taken to the Navy hospital. He remained there for about 6 months. He grew steadily worse and one morning, he asked his uncle to send for the Mormon elders to administer to him or he would die. His uncle refused, saying it could do no good, since even the doctors had not been able to help him. George then called the nurse and begged her, saying, “If I die, please send a note to the Mormon elders and have my body taken to the LDS mission home.” At 7:30 that night, George died. The next morning, I was passing the hospital on my way to work when the nurse called to me. She was crying when she told me what had happened. I immediately took the news to Brother Lopati at the mission home and he asked me to go behind the home and start digging a grave for George. I had dug to a depth of about 3 feet when he came to me and said, “Put the shovel away. We are going to the hospital to see George.” It was now 10 am in the morning on the day following George’s death. I could not understand why he wanted to to to the hospital, but I put the shovel back and went with him. When we arrived at the hospital, we found George’s body laying in an outer room where the dead were kept, and as we passed the room, I could see flies and insects all over the windows and I was angry with Brother Lopati. “Don’t you think we will disgrace the church by going into that room for the dead?” I questioned. But he went right on into the hospital. We were not allowed to enter the room where George lay. Both the nurse and the doctor told us that if we entered the room we would be sent to jail. Brother Lopati sent for his wife and two other elders and after kneeling in prayer, they signed a paper, one by one, signifying that they would willingly to to jail after entering George’s room. I could not bring myself to sign the paper. I did not want to go to jail. Brother Lopati then came by my side and told me that he had been given a patriarchal blessing that if he lived right, he would have power to raise the dead. He also said that they must wait for me — that it was urgent for me to witness the event. It was now 12 noon. I finally signed the paper and we all went in beside George’s stretcher. Brother Lopati unwrapped the gauze from George’s face and we all knelt by his bedside. I remember only three words Brother Lopati spoke as he lay his hands on the boy’s head. They were, “George, come back.” He added a few more sentences and when he said, “Amen”, George sneezed and began to breathe. His first words were, “I would like a cup of rice.” Then he sat up and began talking. “I heard your voice from a long distance,” he said to Brother Lopati. I ran from the room, shaking all over. Running down the halls I kept saying, almost hysterically, “George wants a cup of rice!” I rushed into Dr. Lanes’ office without knocking and could only say, “George wants a cup of rice.” Dr. Lane hurried back with me and when he saw George sitting up talking, he was speechless. He couldn’t say a word for along time, then he slowly walked over to the bedside to examine George and in a few minutes he stated that the boy was normal and his heart action perfect. Turning to Brother Lopati, he said, “No one but God could have done this”. He asked us to come to his house later and we stayed there all the rest of the day, answering his questions. He joined the Church in due time, as did several other hospital workers. Now, 23 years later, George is in good health and lives in the village of Aua, Samoa, but his story will not be forgotten. The open grave is still there in back of the mission home near where I live. I keep it just as I left it that day. I want my children and grandchildren to see it and know this story.”
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