This past week has not been easy. It is always difficult when we part with loved ones. But sometimes, parting is more difficult when the circumstances are just “all wrong”. And so it seems to us, when we consider the circumstances surrounding the departure of Elder and Sister Holland. This wonderful couple were called, the same as we were, to serve as temple missionaries here in Nauvoo. They were among the ones that were asked to tough it out through the winter, extending their missions from six months to eighteen. More than willingly, they gladly accepted and looked forward to the opportunity that this mission would provide them to serve and bless the lives of those that come here to the Nauvoo temple. They are among the younger couples that are serving here, howbeit, “younger” is relative. I think we are the youngest ones here at the moment, but they aren’t too much older than we are. Even so, his hair had turned white several decades ago – and it looked good on him. They were among the leadership – always capable and always willing – anxious to help out wherever there was a need. Their personalities were very warm and contagious. We loved to be around them, as they were to be around us. One could not even hold against them the fact that they were from Texas and enjoyed flaunting that southern drawl in all they said. It was just fun to be around them. Then, just a couple of weeks ago, he started having health issues. It soon became apparent that the cancer that he had previously conquered over ten years ago had returned with a vengeance. It came and drained him, practically overnight, of all strength and color. A trip or two to hospitals in the region confirmed it, and they were immediately sent home to get the care that he so urgently needs. This last Friday morning, most of the remaining temple missionary couples all crammed into their apartment to bid them farewell and sing “God Be with You” as best we could, before they headed out. Emotions were high and tears were plentiful. We will sorely miss them. Today we capped off our farewell to them with a fast in his behalf.
But the fast was not just for him. It was also for Sister Peterson, another temple missionary here, recently diagnosed with Leukemia, and for Sister Diederick, yet another with serious health issues. In addition to the missionaries, several local temple workers have recently succumbed to illness or, in some cases, slipped on the ice and have fallen, breaking bones, or being afflicted in similar manner. We are told that this is the coldest winter Nauvoo has experienced in the last 20 years, and it is wreaking havoc on many. The lack of workers in the temple is becoming obvious. We can only fast and pray for the recovery of those that are sick and afflicted.
Today, we observe the fact that we have now been here in Nauvoo for nine months. In another nine months we will be preparing to head for home. We have reached the mid-point of our mission here. So far there have been some glorious times to celebrate and rejoice, while there have been others that have caused serious reflection as we have considered the trials thrust both upon us and our ancestors that were here before us. It was here, 168 years ago, in 1846, that the saints were lined up at the temple doors, each one anxious to go in and be endowed. It was at this time of year, in January, and it was a cold winter (just like this one) for the Mississippi River had frozen so that the saints could and would later cross over on the ice in their February exodus. Our having been here these last few months has helped us to better understand what these stalwart people enjoyed and endured here in Nauvoo and at the same time how they could be prepared through the endowment to withstand the trials that yet awaited them as they headed west into an uncertain future. That trek would bring death and sickness to many, and at the same time, would fortify their spiritual conviction of the truth and the cause for which they journeyed. We, indeed, honor our pioneer heritage.