In the Temple
by Allen Hackworth
Saturday morning Loni and I attended the Temple with our close friends, Brent and Nancy McDonald. Our friendship with Brent and Nancy began when Loni and I were college students at Idaho State University. Their son, Dylan, married Karen Clark from Idaho Falls.
Many experiences CAN NOT be expressed or described so that others who do not know the LDS culture could understand. I wish it were otherwise. On many occasions, I am awed by the richness and beauty of a Christ-centered, LDS culture. On many occasions, I wish I could translate my consciousness, my thrills, my emotions, my thoughts into words.
But there is always a loss from the experience to my description of it. The magic always fades like the difference between a real-life panoramic view of the Grand Canyon to 3 x 5 snapshot. My words as well as the pictures appear weak and untrue.
The wedding was characterized by beauty, extreme joy, and wholesome peace. The setting for the marriage was a perfectly decorated, bright, simple yet elegant room. Large wall-sized mirrors on the western and eastern walls reflected an enormous chandelier which hung from the ceiling. An altar was in the center of the room. Around the bottom of the rectangular altar was a padded step which allowed the love birds to knee in comfort as they faced one another during the sacred ordinance. Temple wedding rooms vary in size according to the number in the wedding party. Our room held about sixty to seventy friends and family members.
The ceremony was marked by simple, inspiring ideas. No bands were playing. No city noises could be heard. No one was whispering or talking. Only Brother Stucki, the sealer, could be heard except when he asked for certain responses from the groom and bride.
Brother Stucki was gentle and easy in his manner. He spoke softly, and his lofty words inspired us with feelings of peace and comfort. The bride in her silky, white, full-length dress and the groom in his white suit both looked radiant. Dylan and Karen smiled frequently, often at one another. The couple was sealed for "time and eternity" by priesthood authority, by a man who had power to bind on earth as well as in heaven. We were absorbed in and were focused on a highly significant event.
Oh, the beauty. Perhaps the beauty was the strict conditions for moral worthiness which must be met by those who qualify for a temple wedding. Perhaps the beauty was the joy we observed in the faces of the parents, grandparents, friends, and bride and groom. Or perhaps the beauty was a realization of how significant these events were in the lives of the participants.
Whatever the cause of the magic, this wedding reminded Loni and me of our own children's weddings. For example, three of our children have had temple marriages (Jenni, Jeremy, and Kristi). We were reminded once again of the goodness and beauty that is part of God's plan for happiness. After the wedding, we enjoyed a meal and program at Bishop Clark's (Karen's father) ward in Grant, Idaho.