My heart is saddened today, by the things that I have been seeing lately, coming out of the LDS church. I went to Salt Lake City, UT this past week, for a wedding. My sister's wedding. I was also there the week before for a seminar. Both times, I was right in front of the Salt Lake Temple. Both times, I recognized and walked into the City Creek Center Mall and saw the housing that was built up right on the corner, across from the Salt Lake Temple. I pondered on these 2 buildings and wondered, what would cause the church to be okay with building such edifices, while there is so much struggle, going on around them. I saw many different men and women and children. Some were wealthy and well off, others, were the destitute of the area. The down trodden, the suffering and hurting. One woman came up to us, as my husband and I were walking with our children, and told us that she needed a place for the night for her children and herself. In another area, a woman was asking for money for a hotel room for herself, to be able to sleep. Then there was another, who being cold, just put her head down in all her jackets and didn't even look up, but her sign, had butterflies and hearts on it. As we walked to enter into the temple, our hearts had fallen. We saw many other men and women, entering and leaving the temple, not even giving a second thought to these people. Ignoring their pleas and hurt. We know what the church teaches the members. "Don't give them money." Does President Monson ignore these pleas? Do the Quorum of the Twelve, watching the pain and sadness ignore these pleas? This saddened us, so much. There were tears in our eyes. I was surprised to see the tears in my older children's eyes. They wanted to help. We walked to the ATM with our children, as we walked, a man asked for anything that might help. My husband told him that we were walking to the ATM and on our way back, we would give him something. He didn't believe us. As we returned my husband pulled out some money and gave it to him. He was very surprised that we came back and that we helped him. As I thought about him and the various other women who were struggling and who saw us, I thought about how they must have seen us. They probably see a lot of men and women walking around Temple Square, dressed in nice clothes, supposedly Christian. My heart sank when this man, didn't believe us. How many other people, dressed like us, coming out of the temple, just push past him and ignore him? What kind of picture does that paint to him and others who struggle like him? We walked past all the women we had seen and gave each of them something to help them on their way. We don't have much, but because we had been blessed by loving and caring people, we wanted to pass that along. I walked through the mall several times, with a friend. I thought to myself, "there is no way, that I could even shop in those stores." Each and every single one was so richly decorated. As I spoke with my husband, I said to him, that I felt more comfortable with the poor and wished even that I could have stayed and spoken with them. I felt so uncomfortable, even in the temple. I didn't fit in. I thought about Christ and wondered, if he felt the same way too. Did he feel more comfortable with the down trodden, the poor and the broken hearted? We know that He spent a lot of time administering to the poor, healing the sick, raising the dead, comforting the lonely and the broken. Do we do that? Can we as a people say that we take upon ourselves the work of God, the work of our Lord and Savior, Jesus Christ? I am not saying that it is bad to be wealthy, but what are we doing with it? Are we doing enough? Are we doing what we can? Do we live within our means, in order to help others? I have seen such an example, and though I don't have much, I can live better, so as to have more to help others.
Mosiah 2:And behold also, if I, whom ye call your king, who has spent his days in your service, and yet has been in the service of God, do merit any thanks from you, O how you ought to thank your heavenly King!