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Show in my father's house/ 328 to help each other and do business with our own people but Brother Rulon! $125 is a lot of money!" Or, "There is a piece of land in Southern Utah, Brother Rulon - such a lovely place. Where the first saints settled. Shall I invest my money there or just turn the entire sum over to the Priesthood? I'll do whatever you say." Or, "I can't seem to regain my health, Brother Rulon. Is it something I'm doing wrong? Is the Lord punishing me, trying to call my attention to my faults and failings?" Or, "What is the word of the Lord about.where I should live, Brother Rulon? You know, I talked with you about it awhile back - should I live here or go up North? Have your prayers for me been answered?" Or, "My wives bicker all the time. And the second wife refuses to stick to a budget. Her father spoiled her. What am I going to do with them?" Or, "My oldest son is wayward. I know he is being led astray by the world. How can I call him back?" Or, "My daughter has a persistent aching right here. Could it be appendicitis? Shall I take her to the hospital, or fast and pray? I'll put my faith in the Lord if you say so, Brother Rulon." Or, "I have sinned grievously. I have acted against the promptings of the Holy Ghost. Will the Lord ever forgive me, Brother Rulon? Will you ever forgive me?" On and on the voices murmured, mumbled, muttered, sobbed. "Forgive me, tell me, show me, heal me." Far into the evening, I could hear my father's voice murmuring, a comforting lull, a gentle prod, a reassuring |