It was a little challenging getting to the Boston Temple, because the GPS coordinates didn't come up correctly on the taxi drivers unit. So all three of us were using our phones to search for the right coordinates. It was comical, but we finally made it! I spotted the temple as it appeared for a moment, on the side of the freeway, and quickly motioned to the taxi driver, that that was the place.
The first thing I noticed were the beautiful flowers and landscaping. Next, I looked up at the steeple, which compliments the many wonderful, historic buildings and churches throughout the area. Later, one of the temple workers told me the interesting story of how the church acquired the land on which the temple is built.
This is the story, as best I can remember it. Several years ago, a woman of a different faith, owed a large parcel of land that she wanted to sell to a church. At the time, our church could only make use of half of the land, but they offered to pay her the full price for that half, if she would be willing to donate the remainder of the land to the church for future purposes. She agreed. The church proceeded to build a large church, called a stake center, on half of the land.
Around 1995, the church was searching for land in nearby areas around Boston, to build a temple on, without success. One day, as President Hinckley was visiting the area, the Stake President was asked if he knew of some land in the area, suitable for a temple site. The Stake President responded that the church already owned this piece of land. So, it was a kind of rediscovery of this property.
Bill and I sat together in the Celestial Room of the temple for a long time, following the session we attended. There were many thoughts and prayers running through my mind, regarding my family and others. But, my heart was flooded with appreciation for my husband, and I leaned over and whispered my feelings to him. Moments like these help sustain us during the pressures of life outside the temple.
I noticed the shape of the windows in the chapel area of the temple. They were set back, deep into the walls, and reminded me of the thick walls, with slits for windows, in stone castles. I thought how, even as castle walls protect the inhabitants from intruders, these temple walls protect me and my family from the darts of the adversary.
Tuesday, September 27, 2011
Sunday, September 25, 2011
The Hill Cumorah - Palmyra New York
Hill Cumorah |
Just two miles from Joseph Smith's home is the Hill Cumorah. The Hill Cumorah is where an ancient record, kept on Golden Plates was buried, in a stone box, to preserve and protect it. Joseph Smith received personal instruction from the Angel Moroni, who buried the plates there centuries before.
Painting depicting angelic visitation of the Angel Moroni to the boy Joseph Smith |
Painting of Moroni burying Golden Plates |
After four years of instruction, Joseph Smith was allowed to remove the plates, and was given the means to translate part of the record. The part he translated is now known and published as the Book of Mormon. This record is a second witness to the Bible, that Jesus is the Christ, and contains the teachings and testimonies of ancient prophets who lived on the American Continent. I know it is a true record.
Hill Cumorah |
Monument on top of the hill |
Saturday, September 24, 2011
The Sacred Grove - Palmyra
With faith, Joseph Smith came to this Sacred Grove near his home, to pray and ask God which church to join. God the Father and his son Jesus Christ appeared to him, and answered his question.
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Palmyra New York Temple
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I pondered on the significance of this particular temple, within walking distance of the Sacred Grove, where Joseph Smith first saw God the Father, and his son, Jesus Christ.
As we attended the temple session, I felt at home among others who had come to perform quiet service.
One of the funny dilemmas we are experiencing, is finding someone to take our picture in front of the temple. We have had to prop the camera on benches or trees, sometimes. Kudos to Bill, for finding a way to get us and the temple together in the shot! I think we will be investing in a small tripod!
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Friday, September 23, 2011
Niagara Falls New York and Canada
A dip in and behind the falls
His and Her outfits! |
Horseshoe Falls |
My reason for coming |
American Falls |
Wednesday, September 21, 2011
Erie Pennsylvania - A Bit of Personal History
Tuesday, September 20, 2011
Newel K Whitney Store -
Newel K Whitney Store |
Janice, Newel K Whitney store |
Bill in the room where the School of the Prophets was held |
What I learned, while sitting in the School of the Prophets, is that a temple can exist anywhere the Lord needs to do his work. And what makes a place a temple, is not the place itself, but the spirit and the work done within that place. After all, didn't Moses speak with God on the top of a mountain? So, I ask myself, what can I do to make my own home a place where the spirit can dwell, and where I, and anyone who enters, can receive revelation from Heaven?
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Kirtland Ohio Temple
Kirtland Ohio Temple |
Window and Original Door of Kirtland Temple |
Old Meeting House, Boston MA |
Old North Church, Boston MA |
The Kirtland temple is also different from other latter-day temples, because it is not currently owned by The Church of Jesus Christ of Latter-day Saints. Therefore, anyone can enter. Although I appreciate that it is being preserved by it's current owners, it lacked the care and spirit I am accustomed to experiencing, when I enter our buildings.
Friday, September 2, 2011
Cardston Alberta Temple - Symbolism
Just inside the front door of the Cardston AlbertaTemple, is a stone relief, depicting Jesus and the Woman at the Well. The life size carving spans the length of the room, and in the middle, from under the well, flows a small stream of water that drops into a fountain lined with colorful green and blue tiles. As I gazed at the scene, on our recent visit, the meaning of their private exchange came to my mind, and lingered with me throughout my visit there. The fact that the water was real, brought the scene to life.
Why are symbols so powerful? Maybe because they touch a part of me that can't be described in words. Even now, I am finding it difficult to express what passed through my mind in those few moments, at the edge of this beautiful pool. And the lessons are profound and private, just like the original exchange between Christ and the woman.
Why are symbols so powerful? Maybe because they touch a part of me that can't be described in words. Even now, I am finding it difficult to express what passed through my mind in those few moments, at the edge of this beautiful pool. And the lessons are profound and private, just like the original exchange between Christ and the woman.
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