Of temples and perfection.

September 30, 2012

Last week at devotional, Brother Wilks reminded us that righteousness does not mean perfection. He shared a story about a time when he accidentally let a bad word slip in front of his young daughter. Later he found out his daughter had gone to his wife very concerned.

"Mommy, I thought Daddy was perfect."
"Daddy isn't perfect, but he is righteous."

Yesterday at the General Relief Society Broadcast the Second Counselor in the Relief Society Presidency shared an experience that happened during a time when her husband was seriously ill. She said she became so upset she pulled away from the Lord and stopped praying all together. Maybe I'm naive or just never pay attention, but it was the only time I can remember a church leader speaking from that pulpit admitting something like that. Of course she eventually humbled herself and turned again to the Lord.

I've been thinking about all this a lot lately. It's a big misconception I've had, and I don't think it's an uncommon one. Of course we're always striving for perfection, but still we know it will be impossible for us in this life. We all have different strengths and weaknesses. As long as we're doing our best and working towards righteousness, we're headed in the right direction.

Last weekend I went to the temple with my ward. We went at 10:00am on a Saturday.. it was packed. The number of people waiting in line ahead of us had the potential to make six girls fairly grumpy. Thankfully, none of us even seemed to come close. Waiting first in the crowded cafeteria then later in a more official waiting room, we spent well over an hour singing hymns. None of the temple workers suggested it as a way to pass the time; one table of girls in the cafeteria just started singing quietly to themselves, and their spirit rippled out to every table. The workers loved it, though. They would all pause in the doorway, smile, put their hand over their hearts, just listening. Eventually one happy man brought us dozens of hymn books.

Seriously, what a way to spend three hours. Trapped in the temple. Okay I wasn't trapped, I was happy to be there. I was happy to be singing my favorite hymns. The spirit was present the whole time, but it wasn't until we sang "A Poor Wayfaring Man of Grief" towards the end that the tears finally hit me.

The very next day I had the chance to watch the dedication of the Brigham City Temple from the Marriott Center. My roommates were all gone so I went by myself. It was actually really nice. I think I'm one of the few people around here who really love the Marriott Center.. It was nice to focus on what the dedication of a new temple means to me. I remembered why the temple should be my number one goal. Why everything I do and everything I learn should be aimed at preparing me to be worthy of the temple.

what up, Orlando temple. I'll be seeing you.

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