Sunday, May 5
It’s getting too far out for me to remember this in as much
detail as I would like. Nauvoo was the centerpiece in this road trip and it
lived up to every one of our expectations.
While the weather was cold, windy, and rainy the two days
before we arrived in Nauvoo, we arrived to perfect weather. We woke up and went
to the Fort Madison branch in Iowa before going back to our hotel and heading
into Nauvoo for the day. We got over to Nauvoo and the skies were just perfect.
Hardly anyone was in town for the entire time that we were there. It was just perfect.
It’s amazing to me to think about the history of this place
and how for anyone not associated with the church, Nauvoo, Illinois isn’t even
a blip on their radars. They have no idea what it means to us as a people, and
in the grand scheme of things, it is such a place of great importance in the history
of the kingdom of God. I thought often about the blessings that the local
people, not just the saints, lost in driving the Church from out of this area.
Today it’s a totally insignificant little city that sits on the banks of the
Mississippi. While some might debate about how important Salt Lake City is to
the entire world, I can assure you that the blessings of urbanization, growth,
and prosperity that are had in Utah are definitely not present to any degree in
Nauvoo today.
We took pictures and walked around the temple. The edifice
is just gorgeous. For the me, the only temples that really blow me away that I’ve
seen in person are San Diego, Manti, and Salt Lake. Nauvoo probably supercedes
all of those for me now. It would have been nice to go inside the building and
actually perform ordinance work, but we came on a Sunday and left on a Monday,
while also having an 8 month old baby so it just wasn’t going to happen this
trip for us.
The highlight of the Sunday was visiting Carthage jail. As
you can imagine, Carthage is just a tiny little town. It would bear no
significance otherwise if it weren’t for its notorious connection in being the
martyr site for the Prophet Joseph Smith.
The prison itself consists of only 3, maybe 4 rooms. It has
been restored to resemble what it did in 1844. There is a distinct kind of
spirit about the place that you can’t really sense anywhere else. Amy mentions
in her post about this day thinking about this idea of whether the spirit is
actually present, whether others can feel it, or if it holds significance and
feels that way only because we’re members of the church. Obviously, I don’t
know, but I tend to believe that the spirit can only attest to that kind of
truth for someone open to its influence.
That evening we went out to eat at some bar and grill
restaurant that turned out to be pretty good. Jane did much better that next
day as we visited Nauvoo again. This time we stopped into the buildings and
listened to the senior missionaries share with us the stories of those
buildings and their part in contributing to the Nauvoo community. They were
really all so sweet to talk to. You could just tell they had been starving for
someone to visit with and tell their stories to.
The best part of the morning was walking down the Trail of
Hope that has placards inscribed with journal entries of some of the pioneers
who were forced to leave their homes and start new lives by trekking west. It
was so sad to read. All of it makes me wonder about a lot of things. It’s kind
of hard to put into words now.
Visiting Nauvoo was really powerful to me. This trip has
been really neat for me just because I have never had the opportunity to go and
visit any of these church history sites, besides what’s available in Utah. It’s
incredible to walk in that city and think about how those trees were witness to
all of those trials and difficulties that the saints faced. You can actually
walk the ground and look across the river to the other side where these people
looked and think about what a bleak future that must have been in their minds, even
if they were looking with an eye of faith. There had to be many moments of
doubt. There had to be so much fear about what lay ahead for them, particularly
as they were being forced out in the dead of winter to a frontier part of the
America that was wild and mostly unknown to anyone.
I just totally fell in love with Nauvoo. I would love to
revisit it someday with my own family, anyone who is close to me. Being there
made me excited to learn more about church history. Even though it’s not
exactly my family that has passed through their, it was so exciting to me to
think that my wife’s forbearers had a place in Nauvoo. It all becomes so real
and that’s where I think the real value lies in being able to visit these kinds
of places and stand in the places of such importance.
I am so grateful to be a member of The Church. I know it is
the true church of Christ and our Father. I am grateful for the history of the
saints and the sacrifices that they made so that I could benefit from their faithfulness
150 years later when I would be able to partake of the blessings of the gospel
myself.
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