As many of you know, The Church of Jesus Christ of Latter-Day Saints has built a temple in the town where I live. They are currently having an open house where anyone can come and walk through the temple before it is dedicated. They ask for volunteers in the church to help serve as ushers; helping people know which way to go, serving refreshments, etc. Last Monday, September 3rd, they had 22,700 visitors! It is a really big deal, and we are loving every minute of the feeling here in our town.
Wade and I had the opportunity to serve as ushers a week or so ago. We got to be in the temple on the floor where the celestial room is. To see pictures of the temple, you can go here. We started out the day in the celestial room. Because we have to be there VERY early, we had the chance to be by ourselves in this beautiful room and ponder on a few things. It was so peaceful. As we sat there waiting on the visitors to arrive, the sun came up right into that room. The large stained glass window in that room faces east, so the sun was directly shining in that window. The effect was magnificent. I could do that every day for the rest of my life. Sit there like that.
But I want to tell you about what happened today. I had the opportunity to usher in the temple again. I again found myself on the floor with the celestial room. The sealing rooms are also on this floor. I was standing outside of the largest of three sealing rooms directing the visitors where to go. I had been standing there for about 45 minutes directing visitors and looking at this HUGE picture of the resurrected Christ that was directly across from me. When I turned around for a minute, I realized that the picture on the wall behind me was of Willard Peak. I knew it was there from the last time I ushered, but had forgotten. I looked at that picture, then turned around and looked at the one of Christ. It suddenly occurred to me that here I was, standing with my back to the place that had taken my daughter, and was facing the Man who had saved her. It was a very poignant and emotional moment for me. I am just glad that there weren’t any visitors there for a few minutes to witness my emotional thank you to the One who really did save my daughter. But I am also grateful that I was facing the right way, looking towards Christ.