Temples

B and I walked with the dogs yesterday on Oak Hills Drive where the new Layton Temple is being built.  I was amazed at how quickly the temple is going up.  Although, why should I be surprised by anything the church does?  Everything they do is top notch.  You can’t complain, even if you want to. 

Last night as I looked at the temple in all it’s glory of incompleteness, I thought of the scripture.  You know the one about the body being a temple?  I looked it up.  It’s in Corinthians……

                “What? Know ye not that your body is the temple of the Holy Ghost which is in you, which ye have

                Of God, and ye are not your own?

                For ye are bought with a price: therefore glorify God in your body, and in your spirit, which are God’s.”     1 Corinthians 6:19-20

 I am so incomplete.  Inside and outside.  Some of me looks awful.  And yet, there are parts of me that I can tell have God’s touch.  They show that I have potential to be like God and my Jesus.  In a few places are beautiful columns of white granite.  But most of my exterior is a skeleton of what I could become.  Mostly metal.  With a few spots of fiberglass covering that metal.  I have potential. 

Then, to add to the cheesiness of the metaphor, check out the clouds.  I loved them.  They are the remnant of a jet.  But to me, they look like they’re coaxing me forward.   Moving, never stagnating.  Looking more beautiful with each of God’s breaths, propelling me forward to be something I want to be, and know I can become. 

And that HUGE crane in the background…..well, that’s just God taking on the heavy lifting that I can’t manage because of my wimpy arm strength.