To non-Mormons: You may wish to get some background by visiting this link first which is a video on the Mormon temple ceremony: Mormon533
I left the church so long ago that nobody had thought up yet the wonderful idea that the most sacred and holy ritual of their religion should be an audio-visual presentation. I mean, those were great minds at work, really in touch with God and holiness and so on.
I remember when I heard from my still-Mormon family members that the Endowment ceremony was now going to be presented on film, and that the temple - the House of the Lord - was going to be equipped with movie screens - I laughed out loud. I really thought they were putting me on!
My first time through the temple was the day I married my childhood sweetheart, August 27, 1952, in the Idaho Falls temple. In those days, it was the whole thing in one day: washing and anointing, endowment, sealing. None of this spreading the thing out. And no movies, and no popcorn. And no "temple preparation" courses.
It was very impressive. I was a little put off when the first thing inside the door was a cash register, with the bell whenever a sale was rung up, for folks who were renting the temple clothes. I thought immediately of the moneychangers in the temple.
The washing and anointing ceremony was very impressive. I wondered why there were locks on the lockers. I mean, this is the temple of the Lord, isn't it?
I wondered if the worshippers in the ancient temple ceremony also had to wear neckties.
The murals in the rooms were impressive and beautiful. I wondered how they did the flaming sword thing in Solomon's temple (it was a neon sign in Idaho Falls, and you could hear the click when the temple worker switched it on).
I wondered what would happen if somebody did actually say they didn't want to go through with it, and raised their hand. It never occurred to me to do it, I mean, I was going to get married.
During the whole thing I kept looking over at the other side of the room to see my bride. She looked kind of silly, in that fancy white bridal gown, surrounded by all the old ladies in their plain white dresses. And wearing that green apron.
It was so solemn, so impressive. I mean, this was the actual ceremony that God had instituted in the Temple of Solomon, and revealed to Joseph Smith in the latter days! But what's this Protestant minister doing there? Was he in Solomon's temple? When everybody joined in to sing the Protestant hymn, I thought, what's going on? I didn't ever remember even hearing this hymn in church, and here they are, singing it in the temple? (It was "We shall gather by the river," I think).
I wondered, when they said to raise your hand if you had forgotten the new name, how anybody could hope to be saved if they had already forgotten something so important. And if you raised your hand, who could help you? How would any of the temple workers know what God had given you as your secret name?
The secret passwords and grips and everything - wow! I mean, I had made up stuff like that when I organized secret clubs among the neighborhood kids, but this stuff was GOD'S secret club! Heavy!
The prayer thing was particularly impressive, I thought. And convincing, too: who would be so brash as to invent something as dumb as "Pale Ale" as the most sacred and powerful words by which to address God? It HAD to be divinely inspired!
What really convinced me was the "name of the Second Token of the Melchizedek priesthood" - it was so long and complicated - how was I supposed to remember it, to say it back? But I DID! It seemed the most natural thing in the world! I got it right the first time, without any help from the old temple worker, who patted me on the back.
Right behind me was my bride, whom I brought through the veil, and she told me her new name. It was all beautiful. And we went into the sealing room and got sealed, and everybody came around, all smiles and handshakes.
In the Celestial room that day an old friend of the family, faithful Mormon, came up to shake my hand, and asked me what I thought about it - wasn't it wonderful? Of course, I said yes. And then he said, "Oh, in the old days it was frightening! All this talk about ripping out your tongue and gushing your bowels out on the ground! It's much nicer now!" I remember thinking, but if this is the "correct, pure, unadulterated" endowment as established thousands of years ago by God, how could it have changed?
I learned later that in the version of the endowment ceremony my old friend was referring to, the patrons were also required to take an oath of vengeance against the United States, to avenge the blood of the Prophet Joseph Smith. That could not very well have been in Solomon's version, nor in the version revealed by God to Joseph Smith.
But in those days I didn't pursue that kind of non-faith-promoting question. And besides, it was my wedding day.
As my bride and I were driving off on our honeymoon, we talked about the ceremony. I had to confess to her that when she told me her new name, I wasn't sure I really had understood her clearly. I thought she said "Nary," which I thought was a rather odd name, useful only in a sentence like "she said nary a word!" She hesitated a moment, and then told me her new name was "Mary."
Well, I guess it doesn't matter. I won't be pulling her through any veils.
My name is Enoch, after the man who was translated to heaven without tasting death!
Richard in Oregon
I think I was in a daze for the whole thing. But, boy, they sure pour the attention on you the first time through. I remember my mother beaming as my escort...that comforted me somewhat.
I felt violated in the washing and anointings. But I was doing my "perfectionist best" to remember every word, every nuance, so I had no room in my mind for such trivial things as my entire being cried out against what was happening.
The endowment was bizarre. As we took our seats on the left and dad sat on the right, I remember wondering why "forever families" can't sit together in the temple. I wanted to sit with both my parents. I also remember trying my best to keep up and to not cry in frustration. Of course I didn't know enough to question then why I felt the need to cry in frustration in the house of the lord. I hated the movie. Stupid. This was in 1987 so I got the full, gory penalties. They scared me. I knew I'd never be able to live up to all those promises, so I just knew god was going to disembowel me before it was over.
When we were all robed-up, I looked over at my dad and just about died trying not to laugh at the hat. And then I immediately chastised myself for being light-minded in the temple. I mean, we'd just promised to avoid all loud laughter and light-mindedness. *snicker*
I made it through the veil ... again feeling violated by those 5-points ... and got the celestial room. I thought the room was pretty but no big deal. My parents were all emotional and I played along, until dad asked if I wanted to go through another session. Without thinking, I said, "NO! Let's go." And I didn't do another endowment session until after my mission. I managed to do sealings during the temple visits while at the MTC. [missionary training center in Provo Utah]
Of course, I spent years berating myself for not being worthy enough to feel the spirit of the temple. Of course it was my fault. It had to be my fault. The church couldn't possibly be at fault. But the more I thought about it, the more I realized I hated it. I hate everything about the temple. It just felt so ... wrong.
At each step in the ceremony I tried my best to "take it all in" and savor the experience. I thought the movie was OK... a little repetitious, but not any more than things like the sacrament prayer. I saw the part with the priest and thought (fleetingly) "Well *that's* kinda bogue..." but I considered it no meaner than the Book of Revelation where terms like "Great Whore of All the Earth" are routinely slung around...
In the Celestial Room (we're talking the Washington DC temple, here) I sat for awhile and said a prayer that I would be a good, faithful, loving wife and mother (yeah, I really did...now all of you can take your fingers out of your throats :)). The decor was... (I am still giggling over Steve's opinion of temple decor) very nice, I thought... I enjoyed the pretty chandeliers and plush carpeting. And the quiet. Hey, I could *use* some of that quiet now...
As some of you know, my real name is Debra. On the day I went through the Washington DC temple, the New Name de Jour for girls was... "Deborah."
"It's almost like a miracle," the temple worker gushed as she told me my new name... There were tears in my eyes as I sat there thinking that there must have been *some* reason why Almighty God saw fit to bestow upon me a "new name" that was basically my old name with a change in spelling. Maybe He thought I was a little deficient in the memory department and decided to take it easy on me... :) I had always wished my real name was spelled "Deborah" anyway...so I decided that was God's gift to me...
Of course I hadn't a clue that *every other* woman who went through that day was also receiving Deborah as her new name. That knowledge would definitely have put a dent in the "specialness" of the occasion. It's kinda like how kids are totally astounded by a stage magician's sleight-of-hand until they see how the trick is done...
My husband, who was one of the coolest people ever to draw breath upon this Earth, died five years later... He was a TBM to the end (so was I, at that point) so I never knew his new name.
Well, that's about it. It has been really interesting hearing everyone's stories about the temple. Before joining this list I never realized that some women got such non-scriptural-sounding new names. But then, when you think about how *few* women are actually mentioned by name in the Scriptures, you begin to see why...
Serra (you can call me Ray, or you can call me Jay...or you can call me Deborah)
Someone in my home town (church community) should have realized that the young girl I was had no clue about what would happen to me on my glorious Temple Wedding Day. I went over to my Bishop's wife to buy my garments and then after purchasing what she told me to get I went home to try them on. No, she didn't tell me I couldn't...so when I got home I took off my bikini panties and french-cut push-up bra and put on what would be the piece de resistance of feminine allure...I soon found "LDS' Secret" is slightly less sexy than "Victoria's Secret" --actually it was hideous. This was in the seventies and the garmies were still one piece. Yipes! Anything you would especially WANT covered was not and every other inch of my nubile young body was lost in yards of nylon. HELP! I ran back over to the Bishop's house and told his wife "these are too big, and do you have anything with a crotch?" She screamed in indignation that I had defiled the garments by trying them on and insisted that they were the right size. She then brought out a garment that she triumphantly advertised as having an actual crotch. Do any of you women remember the infamous "Flare leg" style? HooHooHoo. These one piecers had HUGE legholes and Yes, you were supposed to pee etc. out of the leghole! There was so much fabric that had to be gathered up ---well let your imaginations soar! If you wore these babies with slacks you looked like a french clown. To top the overall sensation this attire evoked--they were cut extremely short in the body so you had wedge-a-rama going on all the time among other perks...again let the imagination soar. . .
The next day I flew alone to Utah. No one in my family could go in the temple with me and for some reason, no one offered to at least accompany me. Oh well, at the time I had a head full of dreams and knew that the Lord wanted me to come to His temple. My fiance met me at the airport and we went to Lagoon ( the Amusement Park) and then headed for Manti were we were going to get married the next morning. How appropriate it was to take in a carnival with its stomach turning rides as preamble to my visit to "the circus" the next day.
That night we went to look at the outside of the temple. I was worried and felt very alone even with my fiance near. I asked him on the eve of our sealing day what to expect. He couldn't divulge anything. Who knows, if he had , maybe I would have run for the western hills..."Come on little lamb..."
It was a very crowded business day at the Temple and all the brides dressing rooms were full. I passed through and saw all these girls with mothers and sisters or friends helping them get ready. My mother-in-law did not offer to come help me so I was alone. The temple worker took me to an unused, old, industrial feeling dressing room apart from the other brides and told me to put on my temple attire. They had given me a packet of clothing so I put it ALL on. There were these long sleeved, long legged garments that tied. I put them on and again I was mystified-- anything I would have normally covered was not! I decided the ties must go in the back so I turned them around and proceeded to put everything I could figure out on...Well in puffs the bombastic and decidedly grumpy temple matron and she demands to know what is taking me so long. She shrieks when she sees that I have swaddled myself in all sorts of misplaced clothing. "YOU are holding up the session!" she lovingly shrills at me as she begins unwinding me. When she sees the on- backwards garments she loses it, "somebody should be in here helping you!" Duh.
The washing and anointing was bizarre. I returned to dress --and slumped --and cried.
The matron came in and yanked me by the arm---I was holding up the session.
It occurred to me that this was not my wedding day but something impersonal--en masse. It was efficient uber alles, but not loving, or in any way gentle for me. When we went into the first room ( it was live so you moved from room to room depicting the degrees of masonry--I mean glory)...Anyway when I joined the body of sealants I gasped as I saw a sea of the most ancient brides you have ever seen. There was something cryptic indeed about it. New brides, old brides...all smothered in white shrouds some called wedding dresses. We were seated on the left distaff side facing the alter up front. I spied my soon- to-be-husband across the great divide in the midst of what appeared to be a baker's convention. I nearly laughed.
"Why are we separated?" I mused as the proceedings began. ( Little did I know that this separation is symbolic of the very separate tracks that we would be put on churchwise and often otherwise-- for the rest of our lives. There's the old and new boys club, and the girls club and the twain shall meet in the hall...maybe.)
Now for the secret, sacred surprise! In comes Adam and Eve! The ORIGINAL Adam and Eve! This must be the big secret of the temple. Adam and Eve were so old and dilapidated that they could barely stagger up the aisle. "That must be the original first parents preserved to this day to reenact their blessings and calumny in the temple!" I was very amused. Finally something to really smile about.
Well at least both of the ancient of days had their knot tying skills perfected. I could NOT keep up with all the clothing and sashes . My wacky bridal veil kept sliding down on my forehead and I looked like old Mother Hubbard----but then all the brides look like old Mother Hubbard. Quite a "come hither" look. No wonder so many men go thither. After I somehow misplaced my slippers and we had to stop and wait til I and two workers helped me find them (found on the seat in front of me)--I was assigned my own dresser. As soon as it was time she would whip my bindings around to where they should be. Still, I had a hard time keeping it all in place. Too much slick material. When I looked in the mirror on my way out I looked like a fallen angel---one who had lost the wrestling match three falls out of five.
During the session I worried about remembering it all---but I was also scared out of my ever-loving mind. I heard no words at all about love. On my wedding day---no words of love. I heard threats, warnings, I was given signs and passwords --but no mention of god knowing my heart and wanting me to know His. No talk at all of Christ's love and true mission--to give us the gospel of LOVE and to show us the open door back home after we die. He gave us Hope. Christ taught us how to live AND how to die which is not death, but passing through the threshold of heaven. Beautiful. Love delivers us in both estates. But not in the temple. The temple service at that time seemed to focus on ways to take your life in a hideous way instead of offering a way of hopeful living. Instead of promising cheerful service in showing love ---we were contracting ourselves out to work as assigned --not to have service bloom out of Christ-like love. Instead of celebrating the fact that I could join with my husband and achieve a loving union---the ugly crassness of the words not to "have sexual intercourse with anyone else." seared into my brain. It was a literally a gutting, throat-cutting, intimidating wedding day. Hey, great way to kick off the ol' married life! I know the temple rites have toned down the violence now--that is one good thing. On my wedding day, I felt no spirit of peace or love or hope there and I was scared that I could not possibly be exacting enough to please the deity of this side of Mormonism.. I about died trying, but that's another story...
Just before our actual sealing I was lectured just not to expect to get my own way and my husband was counseled to be my steward...Oh if I had words to tell the heartache that philosophy caused. I was not to be one half of a glowing god- becoming partnership--I was to be a "mute fry cook" as my husband used to tease. But it seemed he had really been conditioned to expect a mute fry-cook who could produce children and let him return me to the lord as my steward with my time card all filled out correctly. The church says lately that couples are partners etc., but in practice they still consider the husband the steward and I for one do not want anyone breathing down my neck about the state of my soul when all they can go by is an outward appearance. Only my heart knows the truth about me and my hope is that God can see me there unabridged.
And I don't hide my face behind a veil to seek God in prayer---oh that prayer circle hurt. On my wedding day, I was sequestered and alone in mounds of anonymous fabric and not even God --it seemed--could bear the sight of a woman in his circle. How do I covenant to Love that which does not seem to love me enough to abide my sighting? No, I had to leave the temple to eventually to find God---or the animating spirit that moves the universe whatever we call it. The spirit found its way into my body's temple and my heart. Oh, the relief of being known and loved just as I am... its the first step of trusting that I can get to know God too...
well, back to my story...
So, I was then a married young lady. Our sealing room was full of my husband's family and friends and I was alone. Funny, to feel so alone on my wedding day.
I went back to my secluded, echo-y dressing room...I got dressed tearfully, numbly--- relieved it was all over and went outside to have pictures taken. I had forgotten something in the dressing room so I went back in to retrieve it. When I turned the corner and peeked into the new, plush bride room I saw one one of the old temple workers had collapsed on the new thick red carpet. I knelt down beside her to see if I could help and one pale little eye pops open and she says "no dear I am just resting my back." We like to take a rest after the session. Sure enough, there were several more of the antique brides folded up in chairs or on couches ....that was another time that day I felt a giggle inside.
So, that was my temple wedding---my trip through Oz...No I didn't see the man (or men) manipulating everything behind the curtains that day --but as we drove off I swear I could see the sky full of flying monkeys who were carrying off my bikini panties and French cut bra...
God Bless you all who are my fellow wayfarers through grief. I will take what is worth keeping and disregard the rest.
I'll trust Jesus Christ's message: "The Kingdom of Heaven is within you." And within me.
5. Why my first temple experience was such a shock and disappointment..
Date: Dec 27 14:12 2004
Author: Deconstructor
Before I went to the temple for the first time, I took those temple preparation classes. After the classes, I really thought the temple was all about Jesus Christ.
They don't give you any real details in those prep classes and none of my TBM family or friends would tell me either. All I knew was that the endowment included a play/movie "about Jesus" and people made covenants.
So I entered the temple all excited, expecting the endowment to be about the ministry of Jesus Christ. Perhaps they would enact the Sermon on the Mount, I thought. Or maybe they would show the Last Supper and have us participate as disciples. Or maybe they would portray other scenes in Christ's ministry that were lost to time that somehow revealed deeper meanings.
Above all, I expected the covenants to be related to Christ's ministry - helping the poor and the sick, forgiving others, loving one another. I imagined that I'd see some of Christ's parables enacted, and then make a covenant to do as Jesus taught. For example, covenant to be a good samaritan or forgive the prodigal sons among us or something like that.
Yes, I was naive. I'd just finished reading the four gospels and the image of Christ's life and his message were so vivid in my mind, I imagined the temple would be an extension of simple things Jesus wanted us to do.
My first time was through the Salt Lake Temple, where they still do "live" sessions. What a dissapointment. Not only was the endowment far removed from the New Testament Jesus Christ, it didn't even have anything to do with what Jesus taught in the Book of Mormon either.
Even worse, "Jehovah" hardly even had any real speaking parts. He's nothing more than a glorified messenger boy, shuttling messages between Peter, James and John and Elohim. Satan, on the other hand, is the star of the show. He tells the temple patrons to put on their aprons and everybody does it! Now that's power!
I can't understand now why anyone could honestly argue that the Mormon Temple is a bastion of Christianity or Jesus Christ. Mormons get more Jesus Christ out of a 15-second canned blessing on the sacrament than they do in the two-hour temple ceremony.
If you look into the origins of the temple ceremony, this all makes a lot more sense:
http://www.i4m.com/think/temples/temple_legacy.htm
Am I the only one who felt disappointed by my first temple experience?
Subject: As time went on
Date: Dec 27 14:36 2004
Author: Lost no more
As time went one, greater enlightenment never came. Leaders kept telling me that the Lord would reveal his will to the humble, worthy seeker of truth. I tried to feel something and I meditated as deeply as I could. Try as I might, sleep was pretty powerful at various points of the endowment, with sheer boredom or frustration overtaking my mind at other times.
You would imagine that the celestial room would be the culmination of the experience, worth the monotony of the preceding endowment ceremony, right? Wrong. It was frequently the antithesis of a spiritual journey with everyone milling about, talking, and laughing.
Now that I look back on it, the repetition of the endowment is nothing more than a ploy to keep the members busy and ever hopeful for a spiritual breakthrough; it's also a visible ticket punch attesting their worthiness to other faithful saints and watchful leaders.
I know it sounds like sour grapes, but the idea of "going to the temple" is so built up in one's expectations, only to become a repetitious chore or simply an outward sign of faithful alms-giving among the inner circle of believers.
Keith
Subject: On the way back after my first time I told..
Date: Dec 27 14:56
Author: Rationalis
my parents that the ceremony bugged me and I was in shock. My mother looked like she was about to cry. She was also upset at my dad for letting slip that everybody gets the same new name on a given day.
The basic feeling I had was "hey I'm a member of a cult, sh*t!"
Subject: My first was SLC too.
Date: Dec 27 14:59
Author: Dagny
Going through the temple with the "live" (and I use that term loosely) old version was pretty creepy.
I had about the same feeling as you describe.
I was disappointed to find out God was about clothes and handshakes. It seemed like a kid's tree house club gone a muck. It lowered my opinion of God to think His values might be so picky like that. I was ignorant of ritual and initiation and why it is used in religion.
It seemed comical that Adam and Eve were both 80+ years old, being told to go forth and multiply since there was no way that lady had ovulated in 30 years.
The whole proxy thing was confusing, since I didn't buy the fact God would need a dummy person to go through the motions for others. Wouldn't He know the intent of the person and that would be enough?
Why didn't one person do the proxy work to represent EVERYONE at once instead of one at a time? What difference would it make being by proxy to do one or many? Give everyone the name secret name PAT and be done with it already!
The picky clothes and putting the slippers on and off felt like I was playing Simon Says!
I kept telling myself not to be creeped out. I kept telling myself Satan created REAL cults to create doubt when people got exposed to the temple. I kept telling myself I needed a man to be my middleman to reaching God.
I was horribly disappointed to be separated from my husband through the whole thing. I had to bow my head and say yes to him. That made me bristle knowing it was wrong.
By the time I was outta there, I was mentally drained. It was my wedding day on top of that.
I decided God was one picky dude, and for the next several months I went back to the temple very often, to make sure I had everything memorized. I didn't want to be excluded from the "elite" because I said sinew where I was supposed to say marrow or anything.
Then for years I felt so SPECIAL because I was a full club member. I liked to make sure people could notice my garments because that was my way of letting people know I was one of God's special pets. We often were picked to be the demo couple in the session. We often were in the prayer circle. I bought into the whole mind trip.
I should have followed my gut reaction from the get go but I fought it. I knew something was creepy and wrong about it all, but it was my wedding day. The pressure was on, so there was no time to stall and ask questions.
Subject: Another SLC Temple initiate.
Date: Dec 27 15:11
Author: Wag
Mail Address: louwags@yahoo.com
Yup, I was indoctrinated at the SLC morgbot factory too. I remember very little about it except that it seemed strange to me that I could actually still have lascivious thoughts about that little hottie sitting across the aisle from me. That bothered me because Satan should not have had access to the temple to be able to tempt me with such things. The temple was/is no shelter from temptations or from Satan. It was even worse when I next went to a temple and saw the video. Believe you me, I wanted to see a little more of Eve and yet again, I was befuddled by the idea that Satan had enough access to the temple to tempt me with such lewd thoughts about our first mother.
Hmmmmmmmmm.
In the process of thinking that problem through, I guess I drowned out all the other problems posed by the temple attendance. I was a true morgbot and a lot of the "first time" concerns people had never occurred to me.
Although, damn, that was a little hottie sitting across the aisle that day!
--Wag--
Subject: Two reactions:
Date: Dec 27 15:14
Author: Opie
First, disappointment. I thought "THATS IT?"
Second, disbelief. It was like a totally different church than the one I had been raised in.
Of course, I numbed myself and went through the motions for years.
Opie
Subject: I wonder if this isn't a common experience..
Date: Dec 27 15:15
Author: Bruce Jones
but since it is supposed to be such a wonderful experience, people just bite their tongues, put on a fake happy face and tell everyone how wonderful they thought is was. All the while wondering what the hell was that all about?
It a word I thought the temple experience was CREEPY. I was a one year convert and 20 years old the first time through. I had absolutely no idea what to expect. I found the whole experience to be completely foreign and cult like, I was completely freaked out, the funky clothes, death oaths, slashing bowels etc. I spend most of the time averting my eyes from the movie, I just could not watch.
This experience may well have tainted my Mormon experience for the next 15 years. It just never took hold, I was never a TBM. Perhaps I should be thankful for the freaky temple experience for shaking the foundation of my faith before I could be fully indoctrinated.
I think most Mormons are already well entrenched in mormonism well before going through the temple. They already believe it to be gods true church and so can more easily suppress the strangeness of the temple in their minds. For my own part, I cannot understand how any thinking person could go through it and not come away thinking that it was a very bizarre experience.
Bruce Jones
Subject: Re: Why my first temple experience was such a shock and disappointment..
Date: Dec 27 15:53
Author: dill
this has probably already been answered... I guess I'm young enough to have gotten the new temple ceremony and missed the death threat, throat cutting, bowel slashing days... what's that all about?
Subject: Re: Why my first temple experience was such a shock and disappointment..
Date: Dec 27 15:59
Author: Bruce Jones
Check out this link for information concerning the death oaths which were removed in 1990.
http://www.i4m.com/think/temples/temple_oaths.htm
Subject: Re: Big let-down
Date: Dec 27 15:56
Author: Jane Aubrey
I didn't go through until I was 46....2 1/2 yrs ago. My sister was my escort, I had some other family members and a few close friends with me. Everybody was watching to see my reaction. I was quite disappointed....I thought it was going to be just the most wonderful and spiritual experience. I thought they would speak of the Savior more...it was creepy. The blessings in the initiatory were kinda cool, although I thought that being naked under that whatever it was, was real weird. When we did that secret handshake stuff at the veil, I was kinda in shock. All the stand-up, sit-down, switch sides with the robe, cover your faces and the chanting....it seemed like something out of a weird movie. I was told "Attend often, then you will learn and understand more" So I gave it the old College try. The only thing I liked was being in the Celestial room. Probably because it was so quiet and there were no distractions plus they usually have those beautiful chandeliers. The whole mirror thing looks cool too. My friends husband kept asking after, "Is she ok?" Funny, now I really understand why he was concerned. If I would've gone during the old version with the penalties, I would've really been freaked out. Just hearing about that really makes me sick. I'm so surprised people would keep attending...why would you? Interesting too that they did change it and they waited a long time to do that. I will say this, Temples are beautifully landscaped. I love looking at the flowers in the spring that are planted.
Subject: I knew the Mormon temple experience would be weird when..
Date: Dec 27 16:26
Author: I loathe to see the temple
...I went to purchase temple clothes with my mother and saw the old lady put an shiny green apron into the bag along with a white robe and goofy baker's hat.
...I asked my parents if I should bring my scriptures to the temple and they said I wouldn't need them.
...the temple preparation teacher said the temple experience will seem strange to someone not in the proper spiritual mindest.
...my mother told me that it is OK to hold the sides of the "modesty shield" together when you walk around the initiatory room.
...my usually very candid father (divorced, remarried; Mormon, but not TBM) groaned about having to go to the temple and would talk about it before hand.
...my mother told me I shouldn't use my soon-to-be wife's temple name as a way to command her to do things around the house.
...my mother told me that the temple is about the creation and why we are here and who Adam really was/is (see Brigham Young's now discarded doctrine).
...someone told me that the Masons were an apostate priesthood and that George Washington would have been a Mormon had the church existed then and would have attended the temple often.
...my mother told me that the washing and annointing shouldn't include sexual contact and if it did I should let her know.
Subject: The Emperor's Ugly Green Apron
Date: Dec 27 16:43 2004
Author: temple shmemple
I wish Mormons would discuss this topic beyond just the standard "you just don't understand it yet" line. This thread needs a long Bob McCue essay comparing Mormon's views of the temple endowment to the people in Plato's cave. Or comparing it to the story of the naked emperor.
I remember feeling horrified that each time I went to the temple it wasn't some great spiritual experience. I thought something was wrong with me. I thought it was kind of stupid, but then beat up on myself for having such satanic thoughts about the sacred temple.
I wish Mormons were not so secret about the temple and would actually discuss it with each other instead of using the same canned lines to reassure doubters. Coming to grips with the lameness of the temple ceremony is an important part of the recovery process. You finally get to say admit what common sense tells you: the Mormon temple ceremony is silly and lame.
See also the following topics about Mormon Temple Experiences: