The Temple and I: My testimony
by Maria Arcidiacono
I love the temple. I have to go often, to have it as a constant travel destination.
If I didn’t, the difficult task of dealing with the busyness of my days
could upset the balance and harmony that I strive to maintain in my life.
Emptiness is part of my current existence, but if I attempt to fill it, then I feel
crushed by all the things I have to do. And then, if I try to relax with social media, the
confusion goes from the spirit to the mind, because even while reading various posts there are so many conflicting opinions and absurd theories, that it is difficult to know what is right and what is wrong.
And so I go to the temple, and there I am reminded of who I am and where I come from, and what will be the fate of all human beings who turn to God as a plant turns to the sun that nourishes him. I am reminded of the value of human beings, and of the families that can be united across the centuries. And then I am reminded of the covenants that I made at the temple, and the Spirit I felt in making them. I covenanted with the Lord, but it was the Swiss temple. The memories help.
In my earlier years I set goals, made plans, meditated and prayed about many things, and it made me into a different person.
Now, I’m not that young anymore, I live day by day. So many things have changed for me with the advent of the age of wisdom, but I have never stopped remembering the covenants I made with the Father. I never stopped observing them.
But now please excuse me, I have to get off the bus, we are in front of the temple.
