Keryn and I were invited to submit a short article to our ward newsletter in the style of the LDS Voices section at the back of the Ensign. Here is my submission. Keryn will post her's shortly.
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I've had the privilege of sailing across the Sea of Galilee, of watching the sun rise on Mt. Sinai, and of sitting in the Garden of Gethsemane. None of these are the holiest places I've ever been.
One of the holiest places on earth is the parking lot outside the Jordan River Temple. It was there, sitting in an old red Buick, that I prayed for the hundredth time about marrying Keryn. On this occasion, He filled me with the strongest sense of assurance I've ever felt. I felt like I barely touched the ground walking into the temple for a session. God had heard and answered my specific prayer after much seeking.
A small bedroom in Shawnee, Oklahoma is another sacred spot. My missionary companion was sick and we were stuck in our apartment with a small TV and video tapes of the recent General Conference. I popped in a tape to pass the time. When Gordon B. Hinckley started talking, my ears perked up. I'd heard him speak many times before, including once in person in the Marriott Center. But this time was different. This time the Lord chose to touch my heart with an overwhelming impression that the man I was hearing was a true prophet of God. This inspiration was all the more surprising because I wasn't actively seeking it.
To me, the holiest place is one where God speaks to me. It turns out to be possible just about anywhere when our hearts are turned to him.
1 comment:
Thanks for sharing. Your examples touched me.
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