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“My Principality on Earth Began”: Millennialism and the Celestial Kingdom in the Development of Mormon Doctrine

Early Mormonism was thoroughly premillennial.  The saints watched for latter-day signs of the times in anticipation of Jesus Christ’s imminent return, spoke of them in sermons, and published them in newspapers. The righteous would reign for one thousand years while the wicked would be swept off the earth to await their resurrection and judgment. Mormon missionaries urgently preached that God was gathering his elect before Christ’s coming in the clouds—a priority that overshadowed a salvation to-heaven-or-damnation-to-hell eschatology in Mormon discourse of the period. Latter-day Saint views of the very nature of eternal post-mortality, which to the present are considered a distinctive aspect of Mormon belief, developed out of their anticipation of Christ’s millennial reign.

Errata

In our Spring issue, we mistakenly omitted Terence L. Day’s biographical note. Our sincerest apologies. 

There was also a mistake in the printing of James Goldberg’s poem, “The Feather Pen.”

“Questions at the Veil”

In the months after September 11, 2001, essayist and poet Frederick Turner crafted an unpublished tale entitled “The Terrorist Goes to Paradise.” 

Told in the first person by the terrorist himself, the story recounts the glories and privileges that greet an operative who helped fly a jet into New York’s towering World Trade Center. Upon his arrival in heaven the terrorist discovers to his pleasure that, for his heroism, as he presumes, Allah has provided him with all his fantasies and more: movement without restriction, un encumbered by time; scenes of beauty surpassing mortal ability to express; seventy-two voluptuous virgins enacting without restraint his every whim; infinite, incomparable food without satiation; a ministering angel attending to his every request and answering every query. It is all . . . heavenly.

Dark Watch

“And thorns shall come up in her palaces, nettles and brambles in the fortresses thereof: and it shall be an habitation of dragons, and a court for owls.” Isaiah 34:13 “I will make a wailing…

Trying to Keep Quiet: A Poem Constructed Around Fragments of Leslie Norris’s “Borders”

The border I knew best as a child was halfway over 
the swinging bridge in Provo Canyon, between the shade
of Wildwood and the Sundance road, just opposite
Dr. Weight’s place. Beneath it, white-cold waters from
the diminishing glacial edges of Mt. Timpanogos fell,
jumbled along the North Fork, then moved on to mark
other boundaries further down stream. 

IRRELEVANT—RELEVANT

PROPHETS PONTIFICATE; 
APOSTLES BLUSTER— 

BUT A CERTAIN WIDOW: 
HOW TOLERANT,

For Margene

The intensive care unit had never seen such a hostess
How was the show? And what did they serve? 
We brought her primary stew 
A fresh fruit bouquet