Marriage in the Temple

“I’ve only attended the temple a handful of times in the years since. Thankfully, my husband is also not a gung-ho temple goer. He understands me, and that makes all the difference. I wouldn’t trade marrying him for anything, but sometimes I wish we could have skipped the temple endowment part and just married quietly somewhere. I love the doctrine of eternal families, and the thought of being with my husband after death — but at the same time, I can’t imagine a loving God, like the God we preach about in church, splitting up loving couples and families just because they weren’t married in His temple. That makes no sense to me. I refuse to believe that they won’t know each other after death and will be punished like that.” – Read More Here

I read this article and remembered echoing this same sentiment. In fact, I sought to find some kind of back up in the Bible for having the necessity of a temple and came across this scripture in John 2:18-21:

Then the Jewish leaders asked him, “By what authority are you doing these things? What miraculous sign will you show us?” Jesus answered, Destroy this temple and in three days I’ll raise it up.” The Jewish leaders replied, “It took forty-six years to build this temple, and you will raise it up in three days?” But the temple Jesus was talking about was his body. (emphasis mine)

In the Old Testament, temples were tents to massive structures. But Jesus was the final temple. He was the final lamb for the sacrifice. New Testament started a new covenant through the risen Jesus. According to here, the Mormons believe that temples help us come to Christ.

Temples are about as necessary as a priest to hear our confessions. Jesus is our confessor and our temple. No man-made structure is needed and no human confessor is needed as Jesus invites us to come to Him personally anywhere. But do you know what kinds of things happen in a temple?

A book came out in 1994 thereabouts called, Secret Ceremonies by Deborah Lake. It revealed the pagan rituals like secret handshakes, passwords, etc. I also know someone who was married in the temple. I asked her if this book was true. All she could do was nod. I found another article on the temple marriage here:

But after Joseph Smith’s death, Brigham Young changed the rules, and it’s still unclear by what authority he did so. Brigham Young admitted to not being a prophet (JD 5:77), and no one in the church during his lifetime referred to him as “the Prophet.”  He was the president. (In other words, Joseph Smith was for a public ceremony, but Brigham Young was not)

S.M. and I were married before family and friends some years ago in this little church in the Garden of Eden. We dedicated our marriage to God. I was a former Mormon. He was a Christian. I became a Christian through the expository teachings of a great teacher of the Bible. You see…there is power in the Bible. I can tell you about the science and archeological evidence and how the Bible is considered a historical document. I can even tell you that nothing exists to back the Book of Mormon, and how Joseph Smith was part of the occult with his life ending in a hanging. None of this would encourage you to change your mind.

But if you read the Bible, that could change your mind.
Read it in context. Compare it to the Book of Mormon. Beth Moore has many Bible study books that go deep into scripture to guide your journey. Find a pastor at a Christian church to ask your questions. You don’t need to be a Christian to attend a church. Come with your questions!

Friend, God wants you to come home.
Leaving the Mormon church doesn’t mean leaving behind family values. You can still have family values. You can still enjoy a close church family. I can’t promise that your blood family won’t present a problem when you try to leave the church. That’s why you need a good support group to help you maintain good family relationships.

I’ll be praying for you to know the truth.

Meanwhile, I need to get ready for church. This blogging thing is so addicting. I hope I will hear from you.


Speaking Truth?


S.M. doesn’t like it when I take walks in the woods by myself. Our town is situated near a forest. It’s our very own Garden of Eden with miles of dirt pathways leading into quiet forests of pine and scrub oak. Wild flowers poke their heads up in the spring and adorn the Garden of Eden with color and cheer, and the forest is filled with browns and reds in the Fall. I take walks by myself here so I can hear God better, and we’ve had quite a conversation!

Lately, I’ve been bothered by my own fear of digging deeper into the Mormon religion. My friend met me at the local coffee shop in town yesterday where I was honest with her:

“S.M. asked me what makes Mormonism different than Christianity, and I had all the facts, but not enough of them.” I said.

“Maybe you ought to compare the words on the actual Mormon website to the Bible? What are you afraid of?” My friend ordered a large latte with a lot of whipped cream, and she does that because, she loves the whipped cream more than the latte.

I can only dream of eating whipped cream. But I stay focused on our conversation. “What if I can’t defend my faith? I know Mormonism is wrong, but I’m afraid that I won’t have all the answers.”

My friend shrugs and says, “You don’t need all the answers. But you do need to be able to explain why you aren’t Mormon anymore and that you aren’t one of those bitter ex-mormons. That you left because it wasn’t truth. Otherwise, you’re just another angry ex-mormon.”

“I’m not angry.” I said. I’m not upset at them, but I yearn for them to be set free, like I was, and to know the truth about God. Even self-proclaiming Christians get it wrong about God. Not like I get it right all the time, I hastily retract in my head.

“Then, research the truth yourself. Don’t depend on others to tell you the truth. Go right to the source. If you are right, you have nothing to fear, but you know as well as I that everyone has a bias, even if they have good intent.” My friend sips her latte again. The whipped cream is gone.

We’re sitting outside and the sun is warm on our shoulders. This Fall has been unusually warm. S.M. said to me the other day how everything is still green. What’s up with that? I focus again on my friend who just stuck her finger in the froth of her latte to lick the flavoring off of it.

“Do you do that in front of your husband?” I said and laughed.

My friend smiled and took a napkin out of the dispenser. She wiped her hands. “Yes. He’s used to me, and so are you!”

“So maybe I should use my blog to compare the Book of Mormon and the Mormon beliefs with the Bible?” I took a sip of my Earl Grey, but I realized I had drunk it all. When did I do that? That’s what friends do though–you have so much fun with them that you forget you drank your tea a half an hour ago!

“I think you should. Knowledge gives confidence.”

“But I’m not a scholar.” I barely got through school, I thought.

“You don’t need to be. Pray for the Holy Spirit’s guidance.” My friend pushed her cup away. “That was good.”

“But I don’t want to go all anti-Mormon on the site.” I said.

“No, the online world is real. You must treat them like friends. Love on them like Jesus.”

And that’s where we parted ways.

I walked to my car, got in, and drove home. S.M. was pulling weeds from the front yard. He looked up from the walkway. “Have a good time?”

“Yes,” I said. I sat down next to him. “This blog is going to be a lot of work.”

“Then why do it?” S.M. yanked another weed out from between the brick pavers.

“Because it needs to be done.” My friend is right. I watched him pull weeds and stared without seeing at the path.

You are all important to me. We can disagree, but we can still remain friends, right?