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The Prophet Elias Puzzle

Early Mormonism is notable for a proliferation of angels, scriptural luminaries who visited the Prophet Joseph Smith and his close associates. These visitations not only established prophetic authority generally but were also often associated with specific innovations, rites, and doctrines. Thus, Moroni delivered the Book of Mormon, John the Baptist bestowed the lesser priesthood, and a triumvirate of Christian apostles granted the higher priesthood. Perhaps most important in this august pantheon is Elijah, the biblical patriarch who ascended living to heaven (was translated) as a reward for exemplary faithfulness. For early Mormons, Elijah shouldered a burdensome mission: to oversee LDS temple rites and integrate the human family into an organic whole, sealing up personal relationships against death. 

Letter to the Editor

Name Withheld, Shall I Go or Shall I Stay?
John D. Rice, Praise for Ford
Terence L. Day, A Neutered Dialogue?
Jeremy Grimshaw, More of a Novelty
Kevin Barney, Three Times Published

About the Artist: Nola de Jong Sullivan 

Nola de Jong Sullivan was raised in Provo, where, after sojourns elsewhere, she presently resides. Her art interests began in grade school with painter Flora Fisher and received further development in the art classes of…

Upon the Face of the Water

The chokecherry where we camped one June 
hung low over the water, sheltering 
brown shade beneath its branches 
so clear the water revealed crooks in our legs 

Reflections on Darkness and Light

All that has gone before makes the now, somehow.
Whys are sucked deep into the darkened spirit’s
black hole where desperate reaching retrieves 
distraught questions from God’s battered children.
Response comes in increments, 
not yes or no, butmaybe, no matter, not yet. 

Without Number

And the Lord God said unto Moses: For mine own purpose have I made these things. . . . And worlds without number have I created; and I also created them for mine own purpose. Moses…

Roses

The evening before Jim Wilson’s family moved, he and Bob Olding rode their bikes down to the Provo River to swim one more time. The last five boys were just leaving the hole, so Bob…

Like the Lilies of the Field

I float in the corner of the university diving pool. My legs, which are more muscular and dense than my torso, pull me down. Closing my eyes, I’m rocked by the wake from a diver. Sound disappears with my ears under water. I arch my belly and lift my heavy legs higher. My body is buoyed up in a manner that feels like faith.