A Personal Story of my Father's Temple Sealing
Posted: Wed Jan 30, 2008 5:47 pm
My father passed away from cancer in 1998. He was a fantastic father, and I honestly believe that if I am one-tenth the person he was, I will be happy. He volunteered his time with the Boy Scouts, and coached his kids little league teams and basketball teams. He never once missed one of my piano recitals, flute solos, or any of my choir performances. He would often drive us for hours to do these things because we lived literally in the middle of nowhere. He was a good man.
During these many road trips my father and I would often talk about things that were important to us. My Dad was never a religious man, he didn't buy into the LDS Church's explanation of things and I agreed with him. When I was a teenager I stopped attending church, and my Dad never once judged me for it. He stood by me no matter what.
On one of these road trips (I remember it very clearly) we got to talking about Mormonism and how the Young Women's leader in my area wouldn't leave me alone. She would stop by my house multiple times a week inviting me to various functions and church events. She basically took it upon herself to make me an active member again. I complained to my father about this, and told him that even her kids would ask me to events when I was at school. He told me that she meant well, and she was convinced she was right and we were wrong. He told me that he didn't buy into Mormonism for the same reasons I didn't, and that a person's beliefs are personal.
He told me he didn't want his temple work done for him when he was gone. He told me that. He told me no matter what, to make sure people knew about his wishes. It was important to him.
4 months after he passed away, I received a phone call from one of his TBM sisters. She told me that they were planning on doing Dad's temple work in the Manti, UT temple and invited us along. I immediately voiced that my Dad did not, under any circumstances want this work done. He had made it clear to me. My words were brushed aside and I was told that he would have a choice in heaven whether or not to accept the gospel. I told my aunt that he had no accepted the gospel while he was here and he wasn't going to change his mind. He knew it was bunk. I was ignored. More importantly, my father's wishes were ignored.
Fast forward a couple weeks and my immediate family waits outside the Manti temple while this temple work is being done. My Mom, brother and I didn't have temple recommends, so we were given the job of babysitters for all the little cousins that couldn't go inside the temple. It was just another insult in my opinion.
Not only was this organized institution judging my moral character by not allowing me inside, it was ignoring the request of my father... which I find incredibly immoral.
My Mom was raised in the church, and she had a testimony at the time. I asked her why it was that we were not allowed in the temple, and she told me that we were not going to church regularly, paying tithing, and we hadn't had a meeting with the bishop. I then asked her what would happen if I just walked in... she looked me right in the eye and said, "Sydney... anyone unworthy to attend the temple that steps foot in one will be known immediately." Apparently, she was taught that the temples were such amazing places that anyone unworthy to attend would be asked to leave by a priesthood holder. The holy ghost wouldn't allow unworthy people inside to be so close to God. She shared with me some faith-promoting stories to back up her claim. "A session was about to begin when the person officiating felt a dark presence... he walked up to a young man in the room and promptly asked him to leave. Later it was found that he had been having an affair with his neighbor." I rolled my eyes and went on with the boring babysitting.
A few months later, I got a phone call from my Mom telling me that my aunt and uncle were getting a divorce, and that I should give my cousins a call to see if they needed anything... or anyone to talk to. I asked my Mom why my aunt and uncle were getting divorced and she told me to sit down. I did.
It turns out that my Uncle (who was inside the temple for my father's sealing) had been dealing with a heroin problem for a few years and no one knew. He had almost died from an overdose, and he was also robbed from his drug dealer and left in the Las Vegas sunshine unconscious. When someone finally found him he had to be hospitalized for his horrible sunburn.
I was in absolute shock. This family seemed to be the perfect true-blue-Mormon family. Perfect kids, perfect house, kids got straight A's, played instruments, and went to church regularly. It turns out it was just a front... they were dealing with some horrible issues inside the walls of their own home but no one knew about it. Not even their bishop. Turns out my uncle was higher than a kite that day at the temple.
Where does this leave me? Well, I believe this basically proves those faith-promoting stories my Mom told me untrue. It also proves the discernment powers of the priesthood untrue... and it proves to me that the church believes it is doing the right thing no matter what, and your personal opinion or request to be left out of temple ceremonies will be ignored because they are doing "The Lord's Work."
My question to you guys is this: How is it that my Mother, a complete saint (really... I am not just saying that), wasn't allowed in that temple, but my higher-than-a-kite uncle was? Why is it that my Uncle was deemed worthy, and my mother unworthy? Why does the church feel it has the right to judge people this way? Why is it that non-Mormon family members have to wait outside a temple while their loved one is getting married and people like my uncle (who has since received help for his problem and is doing much better) are allowed in?
During these many road trips my father and I would often talk about things that were important to us. My Dad was never a religious man, he didn't buy into the LDS Church's explanation of things and I agreed with him. When I was a teenager I stopped attending church, and my Dad never once judged me for it. He stood by me no matter what.
On one of these road trips (I remember it very clearly) we got to talking about Mormonism and how the Young Women's leader in my area wouldn't leave me alone. She would stop by my house multiple times a week inviting me to various functions and church events. She basically took it upon herself to make me an active member again. I complained to my father about this, and told him that even her kids would ask me to events when I was at school. He told me that she meant well, and she was convinced she was right and we were wrong. He told me that he didn't buy into Mormonism for the same reasons I didn't, and that a person's beliefs are personal.
He told me he didn't want his temple work done for him when he was gone. He told me that. He told me no matter what, to make sure people knew about his wishes. It was important to him.
4 months after he passed away, I received a phone call from one of his TBM sisters. She told me that they were planning on doing Dad's temple work in the Manti, UT temple and invited us along. I immediately voiced that my Dad did not, under any circumstances want this work done. He had made it clear to me. My words were brushed aside and I was told that he would have a choice in heaven whether or not to accept the gospel. I told my aunt that he had no accepted the gospel while he was here and he wasn't going to change his mind. He knew it was bunk. I was ignored. More importantly, my father's wishes were ignored.
Fast forward a couple weeks and my immediate family waits outside the Manti temple while this temple work is being done. My Mom, brother and I didn't have temple recommends, so we were given the job of babysitters for all the little cousins that couldn't go inside the temple. It was just another insult in my opinion.
Not only was this organized institution judging my moral character by not allowing me inside, it was ignoring the request of my father... which I find incredibly immoral.
My Mom was raised in the church, and she had a testimony at the time. I asked her why it was that we were not allowed in the temple, and she told me that we were not going to church regularly, paying tithing, and we hadn't had a meeting with the bishop. I then asked her what would happen if I just walked in... she looked me right in the eye and said, "Sydney... anyone unworthy to attend the temple that steps foot in one will be known immediately." Apparently, she was taught that the temples were such amazing places that anyone unworthy to attend would be asked to leave by a priesthood holder. The holy ghost wouldn't allow unworthy people inside to be so close to God. She shared with me some faith-promoting stories to back up her claim. "A session was about to begin when the person officiating felt a dark presence... he walked up to a young man in the room and promptly asked him to leave. Later it was found that he had been having an affair with his neighbor." I rolled my eyes and went on with the boring babysitting.
A few months later, I got a phone call from my Mom telling me that my aunt and uncle were getting a divorce, and that I should give my cousins a call to see if they needed anything... or anyone to talk to. I asked my Mom why my aunt and uncle were getting divorced and she told me to sit down. I did.
It turns out that my Uncle (who was inside the temple for my father's sealing) had been dealing with a heroin problem for a few years and no one knew. He had almost died from an overdose, and he was also robbed from his drug dealer and left in the Las Vegas sunshine unconscious. When someone finally found him he had to be hospitalized for his horrible sunburn.
I was in absolute shock. This family seemed to be the perfect true-blue-Mormon family. Perfect kids, perfect house, kids got straight A's, played instruments, and went to church regularly. It turns out it was just a front... they were dealing with some horrible issues inside the walls of their own home but no one knew about it. Not even their bishop. Turns out my uncle was higher than a kite that day at the temple.
Where does this leave me? Well, I believe this basically proves those faith-promoting stories my Mom told me untrue. It also proves the discernment powers of the priesthood untrue... and it proves to me that the church believes it is doing the right thing no matter what, and your personal opinion or request to be left out of temple ceremonies will be ignored because they are doing "The Lord's Work."
My question to you guys is this: How is it that my Mother, a complete saint (really... I am not just saying that), wasn't allowed in that temple, but my higher-than-a-kite uncle was? Why is it that my Uncle was deemed worthy, and my mother unworthy? Why does the church feel it has the right to judge people this way? Why is it that non-Mormon family members have to wait outside a temple while their loved one is getting married and people like my uncle (who has since received help for his problem and is doing much better) are allowed in?