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Utah Salt Lake City Temple Square
This Is The Place
January 2012 to June 2013

Monday, September 24, 2012

Hey I've been out 9 months...what?



Hello to whomever is out there that cares to listen! I am doing well:)

I really think I need to start a "Guest's say the darndest Things" list. People really are so crazy sometimes...but  because they are all children of God I won't tell you some of the really crazy things I hear here on Temple Square but here is one example. As part of the tour we do an acoustic demonstration in the Tabernacle. We first tear a piece of newspaper and then drop 3 straight pins and in contrast one small nail. The purpose of this demonstration is to help the guest see the magnificent acoustics of this legendary building! But we get responses like this, "So, I understand the symbolism behind the tearing of the newspaper, you know, that the media in the world is corrupt and your church doesn't want to be involved in it, but I really am struggling with the symbolism behind the droppings of the pins."  Another funny one was, "As Mormon missionaries you have to wear a flower in your hair right?"........I know why they say this because a lot of the Sisters in an attempt to spruce up their outfits wear things in their hair.   I love the off the wall things people say, they brighten my day:) We hear a lot crazier things than these that I won't mention.

We got to meet with Richard Elliot one of the organist for the MO TAB early Wednesday morning. He did a whole presentation about the Tabernacle, organs, and specifically the organ in the Tabernacle. It was great because we talk to people about this organ every day.  It's good to get some legit information about how organs work and be able to answer questions.

I often think back when I was a young lass sitting at aunt Martha's house and Uncle Hughy had Mo Tab playing and I ignorantly said, "I don't like Mo Tab - the words all jumble together, and I really just don't think they are that great."  PSSH... I was not very cool.....I absolutely love the Mormon Tabernacle Choir, and in specific the organ. I could listen to that organ all day. There is a special spirit that comes from that building and that organ. It was built by Joseph Ridges who grew up in London across the street from an organ factory. He first heard about the church in Australia where he was taught the gospel. Brigham Young got word that there was  an organ builder in Australia and asked him to construct and organ for the Tabernacle, so Joseph Ridges obediently picked up his little family and came by boat to California and headed towards the Salt Lake Valley. There are a few things about this story that impresses me.  First, how good Brigham Young was at noticing the talents of others that could help build the Kingdom of God, and INVITING THE MEMBERS TO ACT, and use their talents for good. Second, how willing Joseph was to respond to the call, and the because of his efforts and diligence thousands and thousands of people come to Temple Square every week just to hear this organ.

Brother Elliot didn't go into all that but he did play "Come, Come ye Saints." I have never heard this rendition of the Hymn and I seriously wept as I sat in those Choir seats. I felt once again those feelings I had  in Nauvoo,  that those early Saints were near me.

I know this Gospel is true, and I personally cannot deny the spirit that testifies to me over and over again through the history, journals, artifacts, and buildings left from the early members of this church. If you don't have a testimony of the truthfulness of the gospel read, listen, sing, see the testimonies left by the millions that came before you, that God lives, he is there for you, and he loves you. It is my prayer that each of us continues on the path that will lead us to our Father in heaven. As Elder Holland admonished us, "If you've made covenants, keep them. If you haven't made them, make them. If you have made them and broken them, repent and repair them. It is never too late so long as the master of the vineyard says there is time.

Sister Reynders

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