Ephraim's Rescue Page #4

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Dear Father...

You've told us to ask for

what we stand in need of.

I ask you now...

that a buffalo be put before me.

Mercy, Lord!

What took you so long?

It was a rare thing

to find buffalo around that

place at this late season.

I knew the hand of

the Lord was in it

for that animal had stayed behind

when the rest of its kind left

for their winter quarters.

I skinned and dressed it,

then loaded up my horses with it.

Brothers!

The sun was about an

hour high in the west

when I spied something

in the distance.

I perceived it moved.

I was then satisfied this

was the Handcart company

led by Captain Edward

Martin and Daniel Tyler.

The sight that met my gaze as

I entered into their midst

can never be erased

from my memory...

And any concerns I had regarding

my own well-being departed.

I must tell you, dear brother, a

prophecy was made by one of the brethren

that the company would feast on buffalo

meat when our provisions run short.

Thank you.

You and God have rescued us.

For this, you will be

known for generations.

What's your name, sister?

Alice Dobson... Preston,

Lancashire, England.

Me son is not faring well, and

this is surely a grand prize.

We've been through much.

Perhaps it would be best

if we rested here a day?

Though exhausted and starved

as they may be, Captain,

we must keep them moving

or we all perish together.

Pardon me, brothers.

Yes, sister?

It's me husband!

Please, Brother Tyler.

He is a good man.

He was president of

the London branch.

He has been giving us his

rations for many weeks.

I am sorry, sister, but I cannot

administer to a dead man.

Brother Hanks, would you please

stay and prepare him for burial?

Brother Martin, there is much

sorrow in the Blair tent tonight,

but the Lord will use us as his

hands if we are willing and worthy.

Why do you do that?

None of us are truly clean...

but we must do our best to be so

as we petition the Lord

for his blessings.

What's his name, sister?

David Blair...

me husband!

David Blair, we anoint you

with this consecrated oil

and command you in the name of

Jesus Christ, breathe and live.

The effect of the

blessing was immediate.

Brother Blair sat up and

began to sing a hymn.

Word spread quickly after this

and the greater portion of my time was

then devoted to waiting on the sick.

I administered to several hundred.

It would be a number of days before

we would meet the supply wagons.

There was much to be done.

Eph!

Brethren!

Though more valley boys

arrived almost daily,

it was only as a drop to a

bucket to what was needed.

You are doing so well, me boy.

Just a bit of broth to make you

stronger and warm your toes.

Mother...

I want you to know...

that I am sorry...

for the bother and

heartache I have caused.

Forgive me.

None for the wear.

I've been my own enemy

on this journey...

and I have laid many Saints

to rest as we've gone on...

but soon...

others will bury me.

Here, here, none such talk.

Tomorrow will be a warmer day.

First father...

and now me.

I'll soon be back.

Brother Hanks?

Yes, sister?

It's me son, Thomas.

He is having a go of it.

All in the company say

that you have the gift.

Would you bless him?

It's not only that.

Sister...

His feet have the black.

They'll have to come off.

Please, Brother Hanks.

Please ask God for help.

He is a grand dancer

of the hornpipe jig.

Other than the gospel,

it's all he has.

In the past day, I have removed

limbs not near this black.

Please?

Brother?

Thomas.

Do you have faith in the

Savior, that He has all power?

I do.

But I am not worthy.

I have been poor and

weak in my actions.

As have we all.

Brother? You are a holy man.

I have so many faults,

I could not count them all.

Well, how is it, then,

you do so much good?

I try.

Thomas Dobson.

The time for you to leave

this world has not come.

You have a work yet to do.

I promise you...

though they be blackened,

your feet shall be saved.

Through your faith,

you will glorify God

and others will hear of and speak

of this day for many years to come.

They will learn of you in ways

we do not now even understand.

Thomas Dobson, in the

name of our Savior,

I say unto you,

take up thy bed and walk!

Oh, me boy, oh!

Thomas, spirits in

the camp are low.

Do you feel the strength to now

lift as you have been lifted?

Steady on, me boy.

You are a good man,

Brother Hanks...

And I am certain, wherever your

mother is, she is very proud of you!

Many stood in need of a rescue

that winter, and I was one.

The Gospel of Jesus Christ is

another name for opportunity.

It offers us the privilege

and responsibility

to give something back by

becoming better than we were.

I notice the Lord always counts

on human folks to help Him out...

Thomas fostered his talents

and lifted the spirits

of many to carry on.

I tried to choose the right paths

and be worthy when called.

I like to think the three

of us made a difference.

For a little while

Have I forsaken thee

But with great mercies

Will I gather thee

In a little wrath

I hid my face from thee

For a moment

But with everlasting kindness

Will I gather thee

And with mercy will I take thee

'Neath my wings

For the mountains shall depart

And the hills shall be removed

And the valley shall be

lost beneath the sea

But know, my child

My kindness shall not depart

From thee

Though thy affliction seem

at times too great to bear

I know thine every

thought and every care

And though the very jaws

of hell keep after thee

I am with thee

And with everlasting mercy

Will I succor thee

And with feeling will I

take thee 'neath my wings

For the mountains shall depart

And the hills shall be removed

And the valley shall be

lost beneath the sea

Know, my child

My kindness shall not depart

From thee

How long can rolling waters

Remain impure?

What power shall stay

the hand of God?

The son of man hath

descended below all things

Art thou greater

Than he?

So hold on thy way

For I shall be with you

And my angels shall encircle thee

Doubt not what thou know'st

Fear not man, for he

Cannot hurt thee

And with everlasting kindness

Will I succor thee

And with mercy will I

take thee 'neath my wings

For the mountains shall depart

And the hills shall be removed

And the valley shall be

lost beneath the sea

But know, my child

My kindness shall not depart

From thee

My kindness

Shall not depart

From thee

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