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I went to the temple today. We started almost fifteen minutes late because of some car trouble in a family group. Other people came into the room with walkers, labored breathing and obvious problems moving around. I was thinking, great, this is going to go really slowly. But suddenly it was perfect, all of us there together. Broken-down cars, broken-down bodies, and me with my broken-down faith. Ann wrote:But suddenly it was perfect, all of us there together. Broken-down cars, broken-down bodies, and me with my broken-down faith.
Isn’t that a great metaphor? Nothing in the temple is perfect – not those attending, not the ceremony. But it doesn’t have to be. Thanks for sharing.
I liked your thoughts on this. Broken down faith really hits it on the head sometimes. We call our congregations “wards” because of the political divisions back in the day – but I love the name “ward” for its application to hospitals and the work done in them, which, ideally, our gathering should be. Thanks for sharing this, Ann. It is profound.
Great way of looking at it. Thanks for sharing your charitable attitude. Your thoughts about going to the temple made me think. My TR expired a few months ago and it has been the longest I’ve gone without, in fact I procasted so long about getting one that I’m now going to miss my nephews temple ceremony next Thursday since it dawned on me that this Sunday is Father’s Day so I doubt very much they’ll be interviewing, darn! About someone stating they like the term ward as in hospital I’d say in my crazy world I probably need to be in a hospital “mental ward”.
Quote:I’d say in my crazy world I probably need to be in a hospital “mental ward”.
I thought that was us.
Ann, thanks for sharing your wonderful perspective. I haven’t been to the temple in quite a while, but when I do return this is something I will remember.
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