Wednesday, March 11, 2009
The temple is a BEAUTIFUL gift. Living in the Mormon bubble of Iona, ID, I have very rarely been exposed to a lot of the stuff that I'm experiencing here. It is a rare occasion when I can get through an entire day without hearing the F-word or the Lord's name being taken in vain. My coworkers consistently come into work hung over, and some of them stoned. For a few of my coworkers, it is literally impossible for them to function without the influence of a cigarette. Growing up in Idaho, I was around fellow members almost all the time, and if they were participating in any of these activities, I never knew it. I think I had become a little desensitized to the spirit. Now I am in Orlando, Florida, where there are much fewer places for the Holy Ghost to dwell. But I didn't really notice all that much. That is, until I stepped into the Orlando Temple last night. The shift in the atmosphere was instant, and I immediately felt the weight of the world lift off my shoulders. I felt closer to God in those few hours than I have in a very long time, and it reminded me why I love this gospel so much. It was so refreshing to feel at peace. The air was clean, my thoughts were clean, and I was serving God. I cannot express in words how grateful I am for the Lord's house. It has served me as a very bright light in the midst of darkness, and I will never, EVER, forget the importance of temples again.