Gospel Message Day 115

Um, another late night. Really late. Life just gets that way at times.

But I can do a little blog about temples. Since I moved back to Utah, I've wanted to set a goal to visit every temple in Utah. I've set a goal as YSRT chair to visit as many (public) libraries in the state as I can. I thought during the holidays, "Why not do the two together?"

So, today I managed my 2nd Utah temple in 2 weeks. I've only been to the Brigham City temple for the Open House, and attended one of the broadcasted dedicatory sessions. My friend and I went and served in the Initiatory. Nothing reminds me more of my experiences as a Temple Ordinance Worker in the Provo Temple than when I serve in the Initiatory. I had to memorize those ordinances, and I said those words countless times in the 18 months I served there. Because of that, those words are ingrained in me. The promises and blessings give me hope and purpose because of what will come to me now and in future if I am obedient and stay true to all of my covenants.

I feel like sharing a song here. But I'm too tired to think of one I haven't shared before, which has to do with this topic. So here is one that initially has nothing to do with the topic of temples, which I have come to love recently. But if you think on the words, and if you understand the power of the Atonement and temples, then you'll see how this song goes quite well.

Lyrics for you to ponder:
(MARTHA)
Yea, Lord: I believe that Thou art the Christ, which should come,
The Son of God,
But I do not understand...
Touch my eyes and bid them see
That my gaze might pierce the veil,
And behold the wondrous scene
That, in dreams, I've long beheld.
Oh, touch my heart and bid it know
That ev'ry sorrow here
Is but a moment's tear,
And Thou wilt make me whole again.
Touch my ears and bid them hear
All the glory of Thy truth,
That my hope might come of faith
And no more require proof.
Oh, touch my heart and bid it know
That, while in darkness here,
The Light is ever near,
And Thou wilt make me whole again.
Then touch my lips and bid them sing
Songs of everlasting praise,
That my soul might then believe
And give thanks through all my days!
Oh touch my heart and bid it know
That ev'ry breath I take
Is by Thy tender grace,
And Thou wilt make me whole,
And Thou wilt make me whole,
Oh, Thou wilt make me whole again.