--- title: Improvement Era description: Monthly periodical of the Mormon church, 1897 onward. This library holds the issues of November 1897 to December 1930. authors: - Young Men’s Mutual Improvement Associations collections: - periodicals tags: - magazine - improvement-era periodical: Improvement Era volume: 11 number: 3 published: 1908-01 publisher: Young Men’s Mutual Improvement Associations publisher_place: Salt Lake City language: en type: magazine reference: 'Young Men’s Mutual Improvement Associations, "Ready for the Winter Storms," *Improvement Era* 11, no. 3 (January 1908): 177.' source: url: https://archive.org/details/improvementera1103unse 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: improvementera1103unse start_page: 177 end_page: 177 rights: status: public-domain basis: US publication 1930 or earlier (published 1908-01) source: https://archive.org/details/improvementera1103unse publication_year: 1908 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 1908, before 1931; a scan-level notice does not restore copyright. --- # Ready for the Winter Storms ''THE BRIGHT ANGEL." Y is in itself a grand canyon, ten miles long and three thousand feet deep . The Navajo expression for canyon is, literally interpreted, "a. water trail." This meaning has especial significance here. The path hewn out by the water is the only passable way from the river to the rim. This name is as appropriate as that with which it was contrasted, by the explorers. There is every suggestion of the Master. In the shadows of the depths of solitude seem to appear Golgotha , Gethsemane and Calvary; high up in the sunlight is the mighty truth that has swept the deck of the world. There are lurking moods of evil, and bright pictures of everlasting hope; there is the remorse of Peter, and the halo of the light of the Pentecost. I listen to the call of this strip of wilderness. It is a wild place, a holy place; a place for which I have deep affection. I worship at her temples, drink the pure water from the sacred stream, and bathe in its "pools of Paradise." Not many have been here. A few more, perhaps, than followed Jesus to the place of Transfiguration. It is fit ground for pilgrimages, and whoever passes through must be filled with awe and reverence. Orderville, Utah. i _^^^^^^H 1111 ■1 i III -m 1 1 l.'EAliY FOR T}\K WINTER STORMS.