Mover Of Men And Mountains Quotes

You will never know what you can accomplish until you say a great big yes to the Lord.

the bigger a man’s head is, the easier it is to fill his shoes.

Where did you get your good judgment?” “From my experience.” “And where did you get your experience?” “From my bad judgment.

That kind of thinking is often called wishful, but you need it for a starter. Give me a little more time, and see what I come up with.

O amor 1Ainda que eu fale as línguas dos homens e dos anjos, se não tiver amor, serei como o sino que ressoa ou como o prato que retine. 2Ainda que eu tenha o dom de profecia, saiba todos os mistérios e todo o conhecimento e tenha uma fé capaz de mover montanhas, se não tiver amor, nada serei. 3Ainda que eu dê aos pobres tudo o que possuo e entregue o meu corpo para ser queimado, se não tiver amor, nada disso me valerá. 4O amor é paciente, o amor é bondoso. Não inveja, não se vangloria, não se orgulha. 5Não maltrata, não procura seus interesses, não se ira facilmente, não guarda rancor. 6O amor não se alegra com a injustiça, mas se alegra com a verdade. 7Tudo sofre, tudo crê, tudo espera, tudo suporta. 8O amor nunca perece; mas as profecias desaparecerão, as línguas cessarão, o conhecimento passará. 9Pois em parte conhecemos e em parte profetizamos; 10quando, porém, vier o que é perfeito, o que é imperfeito desaparecerá. 11Quando eu era menino, falava como menino, pensava como menino e raciocinava como menino. Quando me tornei homem, deixei para trás as coisas de menino. 12Agora, pois, vemos apenas um reflexo obscuro, como em espelho; mas, então, veremos face a face. Agora conheço em parte; então, conhecerei plenamente, da mesma forma com que sou plenamente conhecido. 13Assim, permanecem agora estes três: a fé, a esperança e o amor. O maior deles, porém, é o amor... Love Even if I speak the tongues of men and angels, if I don't have love, I'll be like a bell that resounds or like a plate that rattles. 2Even if I have the gift of prophecy, know all mysteries and all knowledge, and have a faith that can move mountains, without love I am nothing. 3Even if I give all I have to the poor and give my body to be burned, if I do not have love, none of it avails me. 4Love is patient, love is kind. It does not envy, it does not boast, it is not proud. 5It does not mistreat, it does not seek its own interests, it is not easily angered, it does not hold a grudge. 6Love does not rejoice in unrighteousness, but rejoices in the truth. 7Everything suffers, everything believes, everything hopes, everything supports. 8Love never perishes; but prophecies will disappear, tongues will cease, knowledge will pass away. 9For in part we know and in part we prophesy; 10but when the perfect comes, the imperfect will disappear. 11When I was a child, I spoke like a child, I thought like a child, and I reasoned like a child. When I became a man, I left boyish things behind. 12 Now, therefore, we see only a dim reflection, as in a mirror; but then we will see face to face. Now I know in part; then I shall know fully, just as I am fully known. 13So now these three remain: faith, hope and love. The biggest one, however, is love.

We took our problem to our Lord, and felt better about it. You know, a lot of people take their problems to the Lord, and get up and walk away, carrying their problems back with them. Like those who pray for rain, and then go out without an umbrella. If that’s all the faith there is, there is not much point in praying. The Lord can’t help you if you insist on carrying your problems with you. Leave them with Him, and they are no longer yours but His.

Their era was ending when Jim Clyman got to Independence in ’44 and found Bill Sublette, who had first taken wagons up the Platte Valley in 1830, now taking invalids to Brown’s Hole for a summer’s outing. It was twenty-one years since Jim had first gone up the Missouri, forty years since Lewis and Clark wintered at the Mandan villages, thirty-three years since Wilson Hunt led the Astorians westward, twenty years since Clyman with Smith and Fitzpatrick crossed South Pass, eighteen years since Ashley, in the Wasatch Mountains, sold his fur company to Smith, Sublette, and Jackson. Thirty-two years ago Robert McKnight had been imprisoned by the Spanish for taking goods to Santa Fe. Twenty-three years ago William Becknell had defied the prohibition and returned from Santa Fe in triumph. Eighteen years ago the Patties had got to San Diego by the Gila route and Jed Smith had blazed the desert trail to San Bernardino Valley; fourteen years ago Ewing Young, with Kit Carson, had come over the San Bernardino Mountains, making for the San Joaquin. There had been a trading post at the mouth of Laramie Creek for just ten years. Bent’s Fort was fifteen years old. Now the streams were trapped out, and even if beaver should come back, the price of plews would never rise again. There were two or three thousand Americans in Oregon, a couple of hundred in California, and in Independence hundreds of wagons were yoking up. Bill Sublette and Black Harris were guiding movers. Carson and Fitzpatrick were completing the education of John Charles Frémont. Forty years since Lewis and Clark. Think back to that blank paper with some names sketched in, the Wind River peaks, the Tetons, the Picketwire River, the Siskidee, names which, mostly, the mountain men sketched in — something under a million square miles, the fundamental watershed, a thousand mountain men scalped in this wilderness, the deserts crossed, the trails blazed and packed down, the mountains made known, the caravans carrying freight to Santa Fe, Bill Bowen selling his place to go to Oregon, half a dozen wagonwrights setting up at Independence … and, far off, like a fly buzzing against a screen, Joe Meek’s cousin, Mr. Polk, preparing war. Whose country was it? III Pillar of Cloud ALL through February Congress debated the resolution to terminate the joint occupancy of Oregon, and by its deliberation, Polk thought, informed the British that we were irresolute.