The Denver Temple was closed five weeks instead of two weeks for its winter cleaning. That seemed like a long time to be away from the temple. It opened again last Tuesday, but I was gone and the first day I was able to go wasn't until yesterday. Louis and I drove down together since his shift on Saturdays goes from noon until the end. It was also our Greeley Stake Temple Day with a chapel meeting at 1 pm. I haven't been able to go to any of those for some time, but I have always enjoyed the spiritual message from one of the members in the temple presidency.
Yesterday's message was no exception. President Poulson asked us if we believed that the people on the other side of the veil were able to pray. I nodded my head in a resounding, "YES!" He then went on to relate a very interesting story of one man's promptings to secure an Endowment for a pilot he had met in 1965 when he was serving with the Air Force in Viet Nam. That was a moving segue to thinking about my own promptings about this very subject.
For a long time I used to wonder if Jeremy were praying for us and cheering us on to make right choices so we would be together as a family again. I didn't know how Heaven was set up. But several years ago I quit wondering whether or not people were praying for us from the other side of the veil because I have a knowledge that is true. I know Jeremy yearns for us to do what is right, obtain the necessary ordinances, and live the plan of salvation here as preparation to be with him. In fact all of our extended family is praying the same thing...especially Dad's, as so many of them still are awaiting those temple ordinances that will literally free them.
I haven't said anything about this to the Nichols Family for a long time, but I constantly think about our family and the promises made in the temple long ago that we could be together forever if we lived to that end. So, I just want to encourage ALL of us to think about what direction we're moving and make any changes--big or small--to align ourselves with the choices that will bring about an eventual happy family reunion after we leave our lives here.
NO EMPTY CHAIRS... To that end, I add my prayers to Jeremy's.
