Sister's talk was temple shaming.
"Put on those garments!" (You must pay a full tithing to wear those togs, now made in China by slave labor).
"If you haven't been to the club house, see your Bishop!" (You must pay a full tithing to wear those togs, now made in China by slave labor).
"Wear those garments, DAY AND NIGHT!"
WHY AREN'T YOU OBEYING US DAMMIT?!"

Who gave the talk?

I'm assuming this was a GC talk.

I think her GC talk was assigned to address women not wearing garments. Her talk was the companion talk to Oak's about you made a covenant so get those garments on. I guess there's been changes to the wording because when I was endowed, I remember the feeling panic about being told to wear them day and night. (Now members are to wear them as long as they are members. I suppose their is implied discretion as to when to wear them.)

I found wearing garments to be so uncomfortable. The material chafed my inner thighs. I didn't own a pair of shorts long enough to conceal my knee cap. The garments showed when I was stocking shelves with merchandise. My shirt rose and the shirt garment would rise and become untucked of my pants. I was always walking to the men's restroom to hide it. The boss took notice that I was always in the restroom. That kept me from receiving a 25 cent raise at K-mart.

I should have stopped wearing them, save for attending church. I was worried that I would be injured while not wearing them. I was already the talk of the town for my other shortcomings. Fear, not gratefulness motivated me to wear garments.

Her name is J Annette Dennis.

Her likening the temple garment to "other religions' " religious clothing, amulets, etc. was ridiculous.

By contrast to buying a cross on a chain to wear as jewelry, I covenanted to

sacrifice my very life (no longer required, I understand)

slit my throat (no longer required, I understand)

tear my heart from my breast (no longer required, I understand)

disembowel myself (no longer required, I understand).

What other religious clothing articles/amulets require such draconian promises?

I was also told by the temple president, the ordinance has not changed, and will not change, and God appointed Adam to watch over all oridnance to protect them in original form. Later in the Celestial room, a family member told me they used to say the devil had a black skin, and a friend told me they used to sing a Protestant hymn, directed by the apostate preacher.

Years later, I asked my Bishop, which version was I obliged to remember, and if the Five Points of Fellowship were Masonic and no longer part of the endowment, was the version I experienced apostate, or the lastest version?

Talked about in these threads

https://www.exmormon.org/phorum/read.php?2,2510970

https://www.exmormon.org/phorum/read.php?2,2511461

https://m.youtube.com/watch?v=BZwuTo7zKM8

Brave Sir Robin's minstrels coming home from the temple.

My dad told me they sang Bringing In The Sheaves as the minister entered. Now they got rid of the minister.

Bottom line. Most the members hate the endowment. It’s why most of them approve when more of this ridiculous stuff is taken out. I think if you dumped the whole endowment ceremony most the members would approve.

It was the hapless "preacher" who said, "What? The Devil?! Why, I was told that the Devil has black skin and claws lak a b'ar!!"

For some reason, the preacher always copped a sort of southern, Dan'l Boone style accent.

cludgie Wrote:
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> It was the hapless "preacher" who said, "What? The
> Devil?! Why, I was told that the Devil has black
> skin and claws lak a b'ar!!"
>
> For some reason, the preacher always copped a sort
> of southern, Dan'l Boone style accent.

Imagine my shock when as a freshly minted RM at BYU, my temple recommend interview was with Spencer Palmer, the same fellow who was the preacher in the 1969 movie.

"Aren't you...?"

He cut me off

"Yes, lets continue"

Remember when you took Economics in college and you learned about the law of diminishing returns? The church’s temple building is a perfect example of it. The angry temple shaming will only piss the members off more. I’m already hearing them complain.

Covenants my ass. You can’t change the contract and still have it valid. Does the church understand this? My wife made a covenant before God and angels in the holy temple to obey me. Now that covenant no longer exists. Not that it really mattered because we both canceled our membership. By its actions the church is just saying all the temple stuff is symbolic and fluid. In short it all means nothing in an eternal binding sense because it’s always changing. The church has tainted the image of the temple.

Perhaps they should instead require a temple tattoo on your upper leg, so you can see it every time you sit down on the can as a reminder.

I think they are ruining the special sacred nature of a temple. When they were rare, it was like a small pilgrimage to go. It was something not hum drum like a chore or job.

I remember when there was one McDonald's joint built in my area, and it was quite a drive to get there. It was such a treat to go. Now they are freaking everywhere. The novelty and anticipation are gone.

There is nothing special about the temple any more than a McDonalds. I wanted to be married somewhere special. I don't think the McTemple offers anything special anymore. It's a members only club that doesn't have anything fun to do.

I found the temple creepy and boring. If I had a choice between a root canal or attending a temple session I would choose the root canal because at least I could enjoy the nitrous high.

Rusty builds lot of temples for the same reason he ditched the word "Mormon". Rivalry with Gordon B. Hinckley.

Russ charged out the gate hard wanting a legacy for himself. I mean he even took granite from the Salt Lake Temple to make his tombstone from.

My several times great grandmother wrote in 1890, "Temple work completed for all known ancestors. I no longer need to go to the temple."

New buildings don't change the reality of boredom.

But you can count it as a blessing that you don't have to travel as far to be so bored...

You have to wonder when even the most devoted members will get bored with it.

I suspect that many (most?) of even the most devout get bored, but it becomes a variation of the Emperor’s New Clothes: “the temple is so special-I learn something new every time I go.” “Uh, yeah-me too.”

Maybe the addictive part is how good it feels patting yourself on the back?

Simon says he really means it.



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Do members still attend as ward groups or just as couples when they can fit it into their busy lives?

My mom just went as a ward group. They went to the newest temple in their area. It was baptisms and confirmations and another group from her ward did iniatories. This was all done by appointment only. The temple (Feather River) was not available for endowment sessions. That's why they did baptisms.

The days of members just dropping in are over. You have to call ahead for day-to-day ops. The temple will tell you what day and time to come.

Do you happen to know why that temple did not do endowments?

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> Do you happen to know why that temple did not do
> endowments?

It's by invitation only. They really didn't know that they were going for baptisms. They brought their personal temple clothing with them, but had to change into baptismal jumpsuits instead. I don't think my mom would have gone for baptisms because she becomes cold easily~ she wears sweaters during Summer because of indoor air conditioning.

My mom wants to go back because the endowment room(s) is on the 2nd floor. My mom felt disappointed that her group was restricted to the first floor, but that's how Mormon temples have always operated~ by escort everywhere. You can't wander through and enjoy a self-tour of the place.

I thought that only the teens do baptisms. Perhaps things have changed. I wouldn't want to do baptisms, either. I wouldn't feel at all comfortable with someone's hand on my head, repeatedly dunking me under the water. No way!