I know of no better place to spend Halloween night than serving in the House of the Lord. Afterall, isn't the tradition of halloween stem from the idea of communicating with the dead?
I do have to say that this evening was a wonderful night. While there weren't many patrons in the temple I was quite touched by one dear sister who came to do work for her mother, mother in law and a few other close family members. The spirit was wonderfully strong and felt by all who were helping with the work. The sister would tell us all about the women the work was being done for. It was a wonderful evening to be in the House of the Lord.
The words to a song from a temple program I performed in when I was younger come to mind.
I live my life such a long time ago,
Working the land with the plow and the hoe.
I planted a season, but now I must sleep
Leaving the harvest for others to reap.
Someone who's part of me
Who will that someone be?
For the hearts of the fathers are turning,
Turning to children they've never seen.
And the hearts of the children are burning
With the promise of what will be.
I live in the present, yet feel for the past,
Seeking connections and roots that outlast.
The change of the season, the distance of time,
Stories and people who I can call mine.
Somone who's part of me
Who will that someone be?
For the hearts of the children are turning,
Turning to fathers they've never seen.
And the hearts of the fathers are burning
With the promise of what will be.
How I hoped for this hour; how I prayed for this day.
You have given me more than your name and your face.
In the house of the Lord, heaven's doors open wide,
I will stand in your place!
I will stand by your side!
For the hearts of the fathers are turning,
Turning nto children they've never seen.
And the hearts of the children are burning
With the promise of what will be.
Every covenant spoken,
'Til teh chain is unbroken;
The circle will be complete.
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