Thoughts on a Day: Driving Up Provo Canyon

A Topic of Conversation Which Came as We Drove Up Provo Canyon

Sunday 1991

There was a man fishing in the middle of the river. We saw him stamp his foot very hard as if he were angry. We determined he had either stomped on a fish or one had just gotten off his hook.

Perhaps it could be, he was fishing on the Sabbath day to get frustrations out of his soul. Maybe he should become active in catching the spirit of love of the gospel and stamp his feet firmly at Church rather than in a river. That would catch his soul and put it where it should be for the Lord who is the Fisher of Men.

We always drive that canyon in awe. The weather and seasons change the aesthetic view every time. We talk of the ruggedness of the mountains. Grandma Vay always spoke of those mountains as being formed and pushed up in Book of Mormon days during the tumult of the earth at the time of the crucifixion of the Savior. As we look from the lower parts to the majestic peaks, we think she could have been right. That makes us think of the blessings we have and the faith of those who survived that change in the earth.

We wonder if we could have been survivors. Or for that matter could we have been strong resilient pioneers? We know we believe in the gospel, but we have to get ourselves more dedicated and committed to not falter in the course we take.

-EHG