Comments on: Bright Treasure: Chapter 2

By: Julia

Julia — Thu, 08 Nov 2012 03:48:57 +0000

Thanks everyone for putting up with all the posts that Ardis posted “just for me” as an answer to my prayers an hour or so ago. (I think prayers work with a time machine in cases like this.) I am sitting here with tears streaming down my face.

“Abide with me! Fast falls the eventide,
The darkness deepens – Lord, with me abide!
When other helpers fail, and comforts flee,
Help of the helpless, O abide with me.”

For thousands of years, those who had the darkness closing in have pled with the the Lord, asking for His help and gentle kindness in the midst of pain and despair of all types. I imagine the “rough men” who had little experience with the beauty of the words and meaning of hymns, were just as susceptible to the sweetness of the Spirit and the longing for a Lord who would abide with them.

Over the last 48 hours I have a much deeper perspective and understanding of how Christ mourns with those that mourn and are afraid. I have always thought I had a fairly good understanding of what that means, but I am learning that my previous understanding was about what a toddler understands of the periodic table. I still am barely ahead of a grade schooler, who knows there is a depth and breadth of knowledge is more than I can imagine, but at least has realized I don’t know everything. Christ must be the most patient person ever to put up with the petty and obnoxious things I have considered important. It is humbling to think of the hours of self pity that I wasted, when I could have been listening more closely to the promptings of the Savior to be like him.

Sorry I am rambling. I am looking forward to the next point in the series. I am wondering if all of the story sections will have such sudden jumps.

By: Ardis E. Parshall

Ardis E. Parshall — Wed, 07 Nov 2012 20:41:03 +0000

This story is set in 1891 — I had to go back and remember that a couple of times as I typed it, to figure out whether something was anachronistic.

By: kevinf

kevinf — Wed, 07 Nov 2012 20:40:44 +0000

It’s hard to keep my adult sensitivities out of this, but a 10 year old singing in a “hotel” for miners? More than just a little creepy to my adult mind, regardless of Mr. Treuman’s assurances.

By: Amy T

Amy T — Wed, 07 Nov 2012 20:13:07 +0000

A dust devil as a harbinger of a dust storm? I never heard of such a thing. On the other hand, dust storms definitely dated to this period (whenever it is that the story is taking place!) and were a real bane to the early pioneers. Sometimes people think that the dust storms started after the range was overgrazed, but that's not the case. Totally tangentially: my grandparents were traveling on highway 89 through the reservation one time -- probably in the late 1950s or early 1960s -- and a dust storm removed some of the paint from the car and pitted their windshield so badly that it had to be replaced.