O-God，-where-art-thou.ppt

O God, where art thou? Khinckley1@ Big Lou as a child Pioneer Day 1887 Liberty Jail Emma SmithMarch 6th, 1839 I shall not attempt to write my feelings altogether, for the situation in which you are, the walls, bars, and bolts, rolling rivers, running streams, rising hills, sinking vallies and spreading prairies that separate us, and the cruel injustice that first cast you into prison and still holds you there, with many other considerations, places my feelings far beyond description… No one but God, knows the reflections of my mind and the feelings of my heart when I left our house and home, and allmost all of every thing that we possessed excepting our little children, and took my journey out of the State of Missouri, leaving you shut up in that lonesome prison. But the recollection is more than human nature ought to bear. . . . The daily sufferings of our brethren in travelling and camping out nights, and those on the other side of the river would beggar the most lively description. The people in this state (Quincy, Illinois) are very kind indeed, they are doing much more than we ever anticipated they would; I have many more things I could like to write but have not time and you may be astonished at my bad writing and incoherent manner, but you will pardon all when you reflect how hard it would be for you to write, when your hands were stiffened with hard work, and your heart convulsed with intense anxiety. But I hope there is better days to come to us yet. March 20th, 1839Joseph’s Response … but oh! the unrelenting hand the inhumanity and murderous disposition of this people it shocks all nature it beggers and defies all discription. it is a tail of wo, a lamentable tail, yea a sorrifull tail too much to tell, too much for contemplation, too much to think of for a moment, to much for human beings it cannot be found among the hethans, it cannot be found among the nations where Kings and tyrants are inthroned it cannot be found among the savag