The evening hasn’t gone quite as I anticipated.
The Sunday prior, the High Priest Group Leader announced that my in-laws’ ward was assigned to clean the Bountiful Temple from 9:30 to 11:30 on Thursday night. I thought it sounded like fun, so my hand quickly raised with Dad’s to indicate our availability.
Wednesday he and I attended an endowment session. Sitting in the room representing the presence of God, I was struck by the simple circle motif decorating the tall, beautiful room. Light from the setting sun streamed in through two of the high, round windows, connecting in my mind the light of Christ and Husserl’s predicted human mental ability to perceive such Platonic truths as perfect circles.