Latter-day Saints are a funny people. We’ll go out of our way on a vacation just to see another Temple. We’ll even forget simple things like, “Oh it’s Monday so the grounds are closed!” in our excitement to see the Lord’s house. It doesn’t matter if it’s been a difficult drive or where we are in the world or even if the building is open, simply seeing a Temple lifts our mood and buoys our spirit.
We live in a world that seems almost designed to bring us down in every way. It can seem as though we are buffeted with hurricane force winds on all sides of us. The Temple can act as the eye, a moment of brief calm in which we can pull together our hope of surviving the next round of buffeting. It is in those days where simply standing on the grounds of a Temple can give us the hope we need to make it through another tough day.
When life is bleak, it can be ever so hard to find hope. How blessed we are to have Temples to shoo away the bleak and offer hope at our most distraught times.
I remember when my son had cancer, I couldn’t attend the Temple very often. In fact, I attended only once during the course of that year. While we lived only half an hour from the lovely and fairly new Columbus, Ohio Temple, logistically Temple attendance was difficult.
I was faced with a lot of temporal issues. Some were the typical family needs that sometimes keep us away like childcare, errands, and that sort of thing. Added onto that was the need to daily mix various medications and nutritional supplements to administer through IV pumps. As one might imagine, never did these things ever match up in time schedule, and oftenI had only an hour and a half in between finishing one and starting another. Sleep came in the form of short naps typically interrupted by the blaring of the pump at the end of an infusion cycle.
There were countless doctor visits, the crunching of numbers to check blood cell counts, worry of germs, and many multiple-day hospital stays. There was the care and maintenance of a permanent IV line. Finally, there was a never ending supply of grilled cheese sandwiches to make because apparently that was the only thing that chemo would allow my son to eat.
However, that one day I managed to find a break and slip off to the Temple did more to recharge my spirit with hope that we’d get past that crazy time than any kind words from doctors or visit from a very loving Relief Society president. The heavy weight I carried was lifted for a brief second.
I couldn’t explain fully to the doctors, friends, and even my own family how much the blessings of the Temple gave me hope and carried me through what, for many, is a very difficult time.
See Page 1: Perspective
See Page 2: Faith
See Page 4: Revelation
See Page 5: Peace