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Joseph, Joseph, Joseph
The Temple Has Returned to Nauvoo
Photo Essay 3—Nightfall at the Nauvoo Temple

Photography: Scot Facer Proctor
Text: Maurine Jensen Proctor

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The white and gold temple, with its inscription "Holiness to the Lord,' was the symbol of their faith and their sacrifice, the sorrow of their abandonings. When the rooms were opened on December 10, 1845, they flocked to the temple for the sacred ordinances that would sanctify their loss.

In January Brigham Young wrote, "Such has been the anxiety manifested by the saints to receive the ordinances, and such the anxiety on our part to administer to them, that I have given myself up entirely to the work of the Lord in the Temple night and day, not taking more than four hours sleep, upon an average, per day, and going home but once a week."

Then on a biting day in February, they started to leave, heading for the river down a road they called the Trail of Tears. On the western shore on the last prominence where Nauvoo could still be seen, the Saints turned for a wistful, parting glance.

"The top of this hill, I was aware," wrote Priddy Meeks, "was the last point from which I could see the Nauvoo temple. I have no words with which to convey a proper conception of my feelings when taking a last look at this sacred monument...After the lapse of thirty-six years I can scarcely restrain my feelings when I write of it."

After their final departure, most of them, including Brigham Young, who lived thirty-one more years, would never see Nauvoo again.

The Trail of Tears has been renamed the Trail of Hope. Their children and their children's children would remember, feeling something when they come to Nauvoo, learning for themselves that God never forgets.

The message becomes personal on my night time walk around the circle. He acknowledged their sacrifice. He saw their wounds. My hidden wounds are healed as I look at a heavenly temple that throbs with more meaning than any of us can say.

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About the Author:

Author Scot Facer Proctor with daughter Mariah, Mariah's best friend Jenna Morgan, and son Truman sitting on a wagon near the barn on the Smith farm (July 2001).

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