I had a surgery back in August that has given me some quality reflection time. I have been writing down my thoughts and a couple friends encouraged me to share my thoughts with others who may enjoy reading my reflective thoughts, so here I am. I hope those who read my writings will enjoy them
Monday, December 30, 2013
I wrote this story in 2008, the Twin Falls Temple had just recently been dedicated and I was so excited about having our very own temple that I found myself trying to attend a session whenever time would allow.
This day my plans were not going as I had hoped, hence, "Your Late:"
always loved the story, “Alice
in Wonderland.”I especially love the
white rabbit who was always running by muttering, “I’m late, I’m late for a
very important date; no time to say hello goodbye I’m late I’m Late I’m Late.
time he would run by Alice
she would try and stop him to ask for his help but she would always get the
same response, “I’m late.” Looking at
that with a gospel perspective how sad would that be.
story I have loved was the story of the Good Samaritan. A man had been beaten on his way home from
the temple and left for dead at the side of the road. A Levite and a Priest
passed on by him on the other side of the road.
I wonder if they had the same attitude of the white rabbit, “I’m late,
I’m late.” Then a Samaritan came and
took the time to dress his wounds and get him settled into a room until he
healed. The Samaritan reminded me of
another story which involved one of our former Prophets; I believe it was
Joseph F Smith. President Smith had a
dream in which he was standing in front of this beautiful gate and he was in
his street attire and in need of a shower.
Under his arm he had his satchel which contained his clean clothes and
so he turned and went and cleaned himself up and then represented himself at
the gate. Brother Joseph Smith was there
and stated, “You’re late brother.”
President Smith simply stated, “Yes brother Joseph I am late, but I am
clean.” I loved that simple yet profound
statement, I am clean.
25th of 2008 we had our dedicated Temple opened so that we could start our
work. I have been so excited. I had promised Heavenly Father that I would
attend once a week and so I decided that Friday would be my “temple day.” One Friday came along and at my job I found
myself dealing with three beggars in need.
Glancing at my watch I figured that I would have time to assist them and
still make it to my session. I could
hear my watching ticking as time continued to coast by. When I finally got them settled I took off
for the temple. Knowing that I did not
have time to change, I simply pulled my skirt over my work Capri’s
and hoped that my blue work shirt would not clash awfully with my skirt. I then grabbed my bag and sandals and still
attired in my white tennie runners I found my self running to the entrance of
our Father’s house. I pulled those doors
open and hurriedly approached the front desk.
Looking back I must have been a sight.
The gentleman looked at me and simply asked it I had an
appointment. I was still trying to catch
my breath and managed to get out a squeaky, “Yes, 3:30.” He then boomed, “You’re to Late.” I know my face fell and I found myself
wanting to explain why I was late and if he only knew all that I had been
through just to get there. For a brief
moment I felt as if I was standing at the Celestial gates and the guardian
there in a voice of thunder proclaimed, “You’re to Late.” Words cannot describe the emotions running
through my mind. I was not even like
Brother Joseph who could proudly proclaim, “Yes, I am late but I am
clean.” Due to the simple fact that I
was still half clothed in my street attire.
This attendant must have seen the disappointment on my face because he
then stated, “you can go to Initiatory.”
I was so relieved. At least I
could serve somewhere in my Father’s House.
Once again it felt as if I was standing at the gates of the CelestialKingdom and the attendant took pity on
me and let me go in as a servant. A
servant was better than no admission at all, I was taking it. But first I had to change into my
sandals. I did not feel comfortable
going into my Father’s house in tennis shoes.
had my shoes changed I entered His holy house.
Then I felt as if I was a disobedient child who had stayed out past
curfew and was trying to sneak back into the house undetected. I had my tennis shoes hidden behind my back
as I tried to sneak into Initiatory passing by familiar faces. I just knew Heavenly Father was going to
“catch me in the act.” I finally made it
to Initiatory and a lovely sister was there to greet me. Ridden with guilt at how I was attired, I
briefly shared with her what I had been through in just trying to get there to
serve. I then pulled up my skirt and
explained that I was still technically in my work clothes. She just gave me a brilliant smile and told
me that at least I had come.
What a relief to get
my secret out. Needless to say the
session was beautiful. I wanted to ask
each attendant, “Can you hear them singing?”
The Spirit was beautiful. As I
pondered the event of the day it was reaffirmed to me that our Heavenly Father
looks upon our hearts desires not the outward appearance and my heart was so
full of love and gratitude for that great blessing. After I had finished my work for that day; I
went into the dressing room and put all my street clothes including my white
tennie runners into my bag and then put on my Sunday best. As I emerged from the dressing room my head
was high. Though I had come in looking
as an orphan, I was leaving as a beloved daughter of my Heavenly Father. As I passed the attendant, I simply smiled
and the words ran through my mind, “Yes, I was late, but I am clean.”