Unlike many Mormons, I can't get on the Joseph Smith veneration bandwagon. But I still deeply appreciate this complex man.
As a convert to the Church of Jesus Christ of Latter-Day Saints, I found Joseph Smith to be a stumbling block. Reared an authority-phobic Protestant, I knew problems arise when one person claims to be the definitive speaker for God. Mormons talked about him in such reverential terms, refer to him in one long honorific as "The Prophet Joseph Smith." They sometimes sing songs about him--even in worship services!--praising "the man who communed with Jehovah":
. Praise to his memory, he died as a martyr;
Honored and blest be his ever great name!
Long shall his blood, which was shed by assassins,
Plead unto heaven while the earth lauds his fame.
As an Illinoisan, I clenched when I learned that the original words to that verse, written not long after the assassination of Joseph Smith in Carthage, Ill., in 1844, were "Long shall the blood which was shed by assassins, stain Illinois .."
While I was assured by church members that Mormons don't worship Joseph Smith, I was (and still am) squeamish at the constant exaltations. I shy from endorsing anything that carries a whiff of displacing God the Father, Jesus Christ, and the Holy Ghost as worthy of our highest praise. I am grateful. I can't adequately articulate my appreciation for Joseph Smith's role in the "founding miracles" of the Restoration of the Gospel, the priesthood, and the Book of Mormon (see R.L. Bushman). But I can't get on the "exalt the Prophet Joseph Smith" bandwagon. As a Mormon by commitment, covenant, and conversion, this makes me a bit of an odd duck. But then again, so was Joseph Smith. That's what draws me to him, in fact.
Back in the early 1980s odd letters began emerging about folk magic and "white salamanders" having influenced Joseph Smith, and many in the church were horrified at the besmirching of his character. How satisfying to then discover that these letters were fakes placed by Mark Hofmann, forger, bomber, and murderer, intent on discrediting the church's history.
But the truth remains that Joseph Smith was accustomed to the folk magic of his rural 19th-century culture. In his early years he had been a "treasure seeker." He was familiar with the concept of looking through stones or using "divining rods" to locate things and learn. Knowing these things about him doesn't diminish him in my eyes; they make him more real and knowable, not whitewashed and "prettified." In fact, as Richard Bushman, and scholar and LDS member, says in his new biography "Joseph Smith: Rough Stone Rolling" (p. 131), "Neither his education nor his Christian upbringing prepared Joseph to translate a book, but the magic culture may have.... Practice with his scrying stones carried over to translation of the gold plates. In fact, as work on the Book of Mormon proceeded, a seerstone.aid[ed] in the work, blending magic with inspired translation."