The first few seasons in Blackbrush Meadows were a struggle for the faithful. But, with proper irrigation and hard work, the small town of Blackbrush Meadow took root. Now, with silver found in the mountains to the East, the town is as lively as ever.
Though your assignment was to deliver mail and medicine to the town, Steward Weller quickly has you reviewing the plans for the new church building. What the folks in Blackbrush like to call a sand-squall damaged the old churchs east wall and removed the roof, filling most the pews with dirt and small stones. Rather than fix it, Stwd. Weller managed to contract with some Italian stone masons, to make a more lasting worship hall.
A proper structure to protect Gods children from the relentless earth, he says.
The sound of chisels against stone clamor as you talk with the Steward. The townsfolk are excited for the new church and hope it will be done by fall.
After all the niceties and greetings and prayer and fellowship Br. Collins approaches you. He is a tall man, with a commanding gaze and fleeting smiles. He runs several shops and a restaurant to the east near the mines. He serves the miners, all of whom are not of the faith. Br. Collins runs the shops and restaurant for the Miners east of town.
I think we have a ripe opportunity for you to preach to the miners at lunch time. Ill set out a free spread; they can hear the words of the King of Life. Perhaps lead them in song. We can do a lot of good, many a good man down in those mines needs to know of the love offered from the King of Life, he says.
You agree, and give a rousing and heartfelt talk to the miners. They live in a camp just to the east of town. You notice Br. Collins has a prospering mercantile and large, lavish restaurant in the camp.
Afterwords, a dusty young man, pulls Br. Rockwell specifically aside, but speaks to you all.
Those were some interesting stories you told us, I thank you kindly. And I dont want to be a bother or nothing, but I was a hoping you could put in a good word with Mr. Collins about my friend Lars. Ive been saving a quarter of my earnings each week to try and get him even with Mr. Collins, but at this ratewith all them penalties he accounts each day -- it might well be another month before he lets him go.
At which point, Br. Collins, overhearing, steps in.
You know as well as I, Martin, that Lars owes me that money square and fair. If I bend the rules for him, Id have to do it for everyone. That goes against justice as well as the King of Life.
Then, turning to each of you;
Can you see? This is just more proof that they need us to teach proper balance and equity. And I assure you Lars is comfortable and safe. What say we plan another event this Sunday, here, for the miners?