The Illuminated Iron Rod

As I was reading the scriptures today I reflected on the peace I feel when I read them and how solid and reliable and consistent that feeling of peace is, just like the rod of iron in Lehi's dream. I was especially drawn to the contrast between the rod of iron and the mists of darkness. Like mists of darkness, most of the prevailing thought and wisdom and standards and morals and attitudes to be found online or in public discourse is constantly shifting and swirling and changing and impossible to hold onto or make sense of. But the scriptures are firm and steadfast, going in a straight line onward and upward forever without the slightest hint of change. They're something we can hold fast to when the mists start swirling faster and thicker and seem to choke us. But as I was imagining this rod of iron and comparing its solidness to the mist's wispiness, I thought then about how the other trait of the mists of darkness, i.e. the darkness, must also be the opposite of the rod of iron. So instead of picturing the rod of iron as a dull gray color, I imagined it glowing with radiant light. It only makes sense. The scriptures are the greatest source of heaven's light. So from now on, when I imagine Lehi's dream and I think about reading the scriptures being like holding onto the rod of iron, I'm going to think about it flooding my mind and my heart with the pure light of Christ and chasing back the mists of darkness in addition to it being firm and solid and dependable and unchangeable.