We attended the 7th session of the Oquirrh Mountain Temple Dedication today, and it was wonderful. During the dedicatory prayer itself, I honestly felt for a minute like I was in the Temple itself. (We attended in the new Daybreak Stake Center near out house.)
Working for Church Education for twenty-four years, I saw many, many teleconferences. They were not like this one. Today seemed so immediate and so personal. We did get there early, thanks to Carl, and so got great seats, so maybe that was part of it, but I don't think so. It was absolutely thrilling
I must admit for the first couple of speakers, I had a hard time fighting off the sandman since I held a solo "Insomniac's Anonymous" meeting last night, but I came to life with Elder Uchdorf's talk.
President Monson was wonderful. I couldn't believe that he actually told a funny story about Elder Uchdorf in which he called him "Dieter". Not only was the story a good one, it was great to learn that the brethren don't necessarily call each other "Brother" all the time.
It's over. All the preparation, the Open House, the tents and the cookies and water, are all done with. Tuesday, Temple Work begins. Can't wait. Might not make it then since crowds make me crazy, but once I get the lay of the land, I'm there.