Saturday you drive a van of youth, ages 12 – 17, 3 hours to the temple.  They talk happily the whole time.  Riddles, books, rubik’s cubes, music.  You are amazed at the health of it.

Sunday one of them slowly, gropingly, fervently bears his testimony about the temple.  It was his first time.

Your Elder Quorums’ President is in a kilt.  His daughter saved her money to buy it for him for Christmas, he says.  So he is wearing it.

You meet a man who is there for the first time.  His family will be joining him in June.  You invite him over to dinner along with your home-teaching family.  It turns out he had been fasting because he was sad from loneliness.


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