--- title: Improvement Era description: Monthly periodical of the Mormon church, 1897 onward. This library holds the issues of November 1897 to December 1930. authors: - Wilmer Bronson Jr. collections: - periodicals tags: - magazine - improvement-era periodical: Improvement Era volume: 7 number: 2 published: 1903-12 publisher: Young Men’s Mutual Improvement Associations publisher_place: Salt Lake City language: en type: magazine reference: 'Wilmer Bronson Jr., "Reflections", *Improvement Era* 7, no. 2 (December 1903): 112.' source: url: https://archive.org/details/improvementera0702unse transcription: Transcribed from the Internet Archive scan of each issue (the item for each issue is named in the issue's own source); unnumbered advertising leaves are omitted, printed page numbers are kept as page markers. identifier: improvementera0702unse start_page: 112 end_page: 112 rights: status: public-domain basis: US publication 1930 or earlier (published 1903-12) source: https://archive.org/details/improvementera0702unse publication_year: 1903 note: The Internet Archive item metadata carries a blanket "© Copyright by Intellectual Reserve, Inc." notice. The library owner judged it inapplicable because this issue was published in 1903, before 1931; a scan-level notice does not restore copyright. --- # Reflections 112 IMPRO VEMENT ERA be healed in body and mind from that moment, and that God would be, oh, so good to me — which he has been. When through, the Patriarch sat down, or, rather, collapsed. He appeared to be entirely exhausted. Nov/ comes the part for which I have thanked God ever since. After the Patriarch had become somewhat composed, he said that he would go and bid Brother Winslow Farr good bye. Brother Farr was my bishop, and was also floor-walker in the Co-op. store, one block away. It seems that Bishop Farr and the Patriarch had been boyhood companions. I told the Patriarch that if he would walk slowly, and rest once in a while, I would go as far as the Co-op. with him, to which proposition he readily assented. After arriving at the store, I be- thought me that I had not rested on the way, nor was I troubled about breathing! It came to me with force: "I am well! The Lord, through his servant, has made me whole !" With that I left the store and walked briskly for about a mile and a quarter. On returning to the store, I was neither fatigued nor breathed! To make assurance doubly sure, I started off and walked for two miles briskly. I was and have been free from that trouble from that day to this. I have felt that I owe it to God and to myself to make this confession. REFLECTIONS. A youth one night stood on the bank of a deep river. In se- rene majesty the moon rose over the mountains, bathing him in its mellow light. Gazing upon the starlit heavens, and filled with awe at the grandeur of the scene about him, he thought of the wisdom manifest in the vast creation, and, with heartstrings aquiver, wondered what the mystery of years had in store for him.. In his deep reflection, he asked to know who made the stars, and who the wonderful world! Who caused the trees to grow, the flowers to bloom, the birds to warble their melodious songs? Who- fashioned the shady bowers, and who the music of the singing river? What master hand shaped the mountains, gave to the. sun