This past week I went to the Draper temple with some friends. I wasn't able to go to the open house so the visit was my first. The inside was lovely, elegantly carved wood adorned the walls hi lighted by windows etched with square designs accompanied us all the way to the changing room. Yet, amidst all the splendor, the experience was tainted by a general chaos. The Provo temple operates like a well oiled machine. They have established a system that generally works very effectively. Unfortunately I felt, well waiting to be confirmed that I was waiting amid a bustling crowd in line for a roller coaster. All around me people were whispering and laughing, interrupted only by loud temple workers telling us to move forward to the next pew. When we were finally ushered into the font room, it was freezing! As I sat teeth chattering, I was angry at the rest of the people there for not making it a good experience for me. And then it hit me. My trip there wasn't for me. Yes I felt calm, (at some moments) and was able to think more clearly, but the trip was really for others on the other side waiting patiently for us to come along. further more, each whispering girl and fidgeting boy were my brothers and sisters, I can't help feeling ashamed at my resentment. I remembered the quote, that if we could see what each of us had the potential to become, we would be worshipping each other. I was overwhelmed by how inadequate I felt to be in the presence of heavenly fathers choice spirits. I was touched and humbled by what started out to be an unsavory experience.
