My son, there is a great and marvelous work in store for you. You will be an instrument in my hands in making unto me a great people. They will be my people, and I will be their God, and you will work a work to bring this to pass. You will lead them to their salvation, to the land of the New Zion.
But first you must retrieve the record. An ancient record of an ancient people. Engraven on fine metal plates. Before you do anything else, before you work any other work, you must go and retrieve the plates.
Upon them, those who would be my people will find my word. The records will show them who they are, their heritage, their status as Israel, my covenant people. They will see, through the record, that they are mine by virtue of the covenants I have made with their ancestors.
Finding and securing the record for posterity will not be easy. You will be tested. You will be tempted to weigh its value against worldly riches. Your family will support your quest (though the record will divide you from some you love), and an angel’s intervention will prove helpful, but the quest is yours alone to accomplish. The sword and breastplate will be secondary considerations. Your faith, your courage, your very sense of who you are will be tested to the uttermost limit.
Without the record, you can accomplish nothing else. Nothing further, no miraculous journey, no holy temple, no everlasting kingdom until you secure it from its hidden archive and deliver it unto those you lead. This work precedes all other work.
Go, in patience, and the means for accomplishing this will be delivered into your hands.