Paul Osborne wrote:The flowers are fake, Paul. And they look it. Watered-down washed-out fakes. The church has billions of dollars. They can afford to buy fresh flowers every danged day for all the temples, if they wanted to spend the money. The flowers are fake, Paul. And they look it. Watered-down washed-out fakes. The church has billions of dollars. They can afford to buy fresh flowers every danged day for all the temples, if they wanted to spend the money.
Harmony,
Did you hear the part about “allergies”? Hello! And, maybe just maybe the Church would rather spend money in different ways then living flowers. I suspect that if the Church spent a fortune on flowers YOU would complain about that too. It seems that you’re a woman that is never satisfied . . . . and all you do is complain, compalin, complain. That's enough to drive any man nuts.
I'd love it if the flowers in the Celestial room were real. It would definitely add a nice touch.
As for the allergies, you know that's why those all those allergy remedies were invented, right? So people can enjoy their world without having to sneeze and sniff.
And I don't always complain! I said I liked the wallpaper in Manti! What more do you want!?
And the seats are hard, not comfortable at all. No wonder no one wants to sit there. If that's supposed to be what the CK is like, I'm not going. Hard seats, fake flowers, and no laughter. Not my kinda place at all.
There are real flowers in heaven, Harmony. Also, there are no allergies. There is lots of laughter in heaven, Harmony. But in the tiny celestial room there simple rules to keep things quiet, dignified, and in order. No one wants their space invaded by a cackling person. It appears you have little manners when it comes to celestial rooms.
You don't know what's in heaven, Paul. No one does. No one's been there and lived to tell about it.
There's no need for quiet in heaven. At least, not if heaven's what my daughter expects. Heaven is a softball league, and Father is the pitcher. Christ is the coach, and Mother is the umpire. Everyone laughs a lot, runs in the sunshine, cheers for both sides, and she plays 2nd base. No overstuffed upholstered couches, no one hushes anyone, no fake flowers, no subdued lighting. It doesn't get any better than that.
Oh brother. There's a big difference between opening someone's locker by mistake and seeing their shoes (since they don't leave their underwear in the locker!) than there is in opening a stall in the bathroom. Try again, Paul.
No, Harmony, there is no need to try again. That is the honest answer for why there are locks in the temple. And it makes sense too! I can imagine if someone were to accidently open up your locker and pull out something that belongs to you that there would promptly be a complaint about why there aren't any locks on the locker doors. Besides, people generally feel safer when their good are locked up. That's only natural. People are used to having their belongings locked up where ever they are. No one wants to worry about whether their stuff will be messed with for whatever reason. Moreover, if someones hands were oily or whatever, they would spoil your clothes and piss you off! You would be complaining all they way to the Church president.
You need to get out of the city, Paul. Where I live, no one locks their doors. No one locks their car. No one locks their windows. We have the occasional theft, but no one's been raped in almost 20 years, no one's been murdered in my lifetime, and no one's stolen a child in my lifetime.
All you do is complain, Harmony. My gosh, how can you stand it?
It's a gift.
