In his April 2011 General Conference address Elder M.
Russell Ballard spoke of finding peace in this life through giving loving
service. He introduced his message with
the interesting story about a young prospector.
Here is the story in its entirety in case you have forgotten it. By the way, this story has been made into a
short movie which can be seen on YouTube.
Search for “Flecks of Gold” under Mormon Messages.
Oftentimes
we are like the young merchant from Boston, who in 1849, as the story goes, was
caught up in the fervor of the California gold rush. He sold all of his
possessions to seek his fortune in the California rivers, which he was told
were filled with gold nuggets so big that one could hardly carry them.
Day
after endless day, the young man dipped his pan into the river and came up
empty. His only reward was a growing pile of rocks. Discouraged and broke, he
was ready to quit until one day an old, experienced prospector said to him, “That’s
quite a pile of rocks you are getting there, my boy.”
The
young man replied, “There’s no gold here. I’m going back home.”
Walking
over to the pile of rocks, the old prospector said, “Oh, there is gold all
right. You just have to know where to find it.” He picked two rocks up in his
hands and crashed them together. One of the rocks split open, revealing several
flecks of gold sparkling in the sunlight.
Noticing
a bulging leather pouch fastened to the prospector’s waist, the young man said,
“I’m looking for nuggets like the ones in your pouch, not just tiny flecks.”
The
old prospector extended his pouch toward the young man, who looked inside,
expecting to see several large nuggets. He was stunned to see that the pouch
was filled with thousands of flecks of gold.
The
old prospector said, “Son, it seems to me you are so busy looking for large
nuggets that you’re missing filling your pouch with these precious flecks of
gold. The patient accumulation of these little flecks has brought me great
wealth.”
This story can have several meaningful
interpretations. Elder Ballard’s purpose
in using the story was to illustrate how service in the kingdom should be
simple and frequent (fleck-like) and does not need to be large or heavy
(nugget-like). I would like to share two
other interpretations that have occurred to me as I have pondered this story.
Interpretation 1:
The story of the flecks and the nuggets can be applied to
our building a foundation of testimony of the Gospel of Christ. A solid testimony comes from the continuous
collection of small, fleck-like experiences with the spirit. The Holy Ghost may whisper to us that
something is true as we are listening to a lesson in a Sunday class, or hearing
a talk in Sacrament Meeting, or reading and pondering a scripture during
personal study. These small, spiritual
incidents become a heavy bag of gold when patiently collected and saved over
many years of willing exposure to Gospel-centered activities. As Elder Bednar expressed in the same April
conference, testimony rarely comes as one suddenly turning on an electric
light, but slowly grows brighter and brighter as the gradual sunrise on a clear
morning. We may be fortunate enough to
pick up large nuggets of testimony along our way. These could be in the form of dreams or
visions, visits from heavenly messengers, or a powerful missionary experience
with the spirit, but such incidents are rare and their convincing effect is
often short-lived as it was for Nephi’s brothers, Laman and Lemuel. The still, small flecks of gold from the
spirit have more staying power than the Hollywood-style nuggets that impress
for the moment but soon fade.
There is an important lesson here about how parents
influence the development of testimony in their children. The consistent exposure of children to family
prayer, family scripture reading, simple, happy Family Home Evenings, and wholesome
recreational activities will go a long way towards filling the testimony sack
full of flecks. It may be tempting, as
it was for the young prospector, to neglect the boring, everyday
testimony-building activities and hope that a few good-sized nuggets will come
along and fill the bag, nuggets like Seminary, a well-organized Youth
Conference, an expensive week at EFY, etc.
Relying on such nuggets to fill the pouch instead of patiently accumulating
flecks is risky indeed.
Interpretation 2:
I sometimes worry about the students who participate in
the popular BYU event called “The Business Plan Competition.” I have sometimes helped students with their
contest entries when they involved solving manufacturing problems. My concern with this competition is that some
entries are calculated to generate a large return in a short period of time and
with fairly high risk. These projects do
not lead to lasting enterprise but only to immediate, high profits. These students are seeking nuggets. The danger I see is that they may be forming an
attitude that will continue with them into the work place. They will look with disdain at the regular,
often drab and difficult accumulation of gold flecks that we call work and
rather be always looking for that elusive nugget that will make them a fortune
in a short time with as little work as possible.
There is nothing wrong with innovation and exciting
breakthroughs, but they usually are the result of long and patient efforts such
as those demonstrated by Thomas Edison.
If they are like a firework that lights up the sky for a moment and then
fades away with no lasting contribution, they are probably benefitting only a
small group of clever observers. Such
enterprises may be looked upon as nuggets and will be rare and unreliable as a
source of livelihood for the serious prospector. Again, the consistent and reliable getting up
every morning and going to work will fill our pouch with gold and ultimately make
us wealthy.
Those are my two interpretations of Elder Ballard’s
prospector story. I’m sure there are
more. It is a fitting metaphor for many
gospel principles because Christ’s gospel is a plan that calls for consistent
hard work, generously sprinkled with adversity, and requiring that we endure to
the end. Fortunately it is a work also
filled with joy as we fill our bag with loving relationships and tiny flecks of
knowledge, but that is another thought.