Yesterday, I went to the Brigham City Temple Open House, and let me just tell you, that place is beautiful. Of course, my favorite part was the chandeliers. C'mon people, I like sparkles!
I don't have much to say, it was gorgeous, as was expected. It amazes me the details that go into those wonderful buildings. I feel so blessed to be in a place where the temple is never more than 20 minutes away. To be in the same country, let alone state, is an amazing blessing that I will never take for granted.
My favorite moment in the temple however was walking through the Celestial room. There were four kids walking behind me who had down syndrome. One boy has so handicapped that he could not walk and was being pushed in a wheelchair. He could not even speak, he just moaned the entire time.
I walked into that beautiful, peaceful room, admired the tables and chairs, the chandeliers, the details on the walls, and I read the sign that read "the celestial room represents the peace that will be found in the presence of God" (or something to that effect). My thoughts: how very nice.
At that moment, the boy in the wheelchair moaned.
Suddenly, everything looked very different. I turned and looked at the boy in his wheelchair and started to cry. No longer was I preoccupied with the peace or the details, but I was over come with the thought that one day, some time in the eternity to come, those kids walking behind me would be perfected, would be released from their captivity and be given a body that can function properly. One day, in a place far more magnificent than any Celestial room, those kids' parents will get to meet their children for the first time. One day, that boy will no longer moan.
My friend in my ward told me I am always a hot mess because everything makes me cry. Why should going to the temple be any exception??
I love this Gospel.