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I can divide life into two parts: The part before I went to the temple and the part afterwards. I suppose everyone could do that. On September 19, 1998, I went to the temple for my own endowments. I read my journal entry from that time and it did not do justice to what I actually experienced at the temple. I went through so many emotions and had so many questions answered that I had kept to myself. Pastor White did things in church that we do not do in the Lord’s church. We did not pray aloud together in the LDS church as we did in World Deliverance. We did not pray in circles like we did at World Deliverance. We did not perform the washing of feet like we did at World Deliverance. We did not raise our hands above our head in praise and prayer like we did at World Deliverance. When I went to the temple, everything that I wondered why we did not do it in church I understood because some form of it occurred as part of sacred ceremony in the temple. Dexter told me when he was an active church member about secret handshakes that I would have to learn in the temple. I thought that was weird, and did not ask questions about it because it was beyond my ability to process until I went to the temple for myself. It was apparent then to me that Dexter was …show more content…

The Spirit of those ordinances in the temple is beyond words and description when revelation consumes the soul. There are no secrets with God that He is not willing to inform the obedient. God revealed Himself to me again in the temple and I learned how much more He wants all of His children to return to Him. The Spirit of God vibrates through me as I think of the temple and as I write these words. I know that Jesus Christ is the Master of salvation and the Author of reason. He makes it possible to perform ordinances in the temple for the living and the dead so this world is profitable at His

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