And the Choir Sings…

Warning

What I’m about to write, may be harsh for some to hear. However, let it be known what my stance on this is. Each of us have our own favorite sins. For some, a single sip of alcohol leads quickly to alcoholism, while others just cant resist the temptation to gossip. With that being said, light is light and darkness is darkness. I believe that the universe has created and was created by certain laws and try as we might to twist these laws into our own understanding, they don’t change. Hate the sin, love the sinner.

The Dark

Thursday night, Lindsay and I went to see The Mormon Tabernacle Choir rehearse for a class assignment. A cold calm lay across the twinkling lights of the Salt Lake City. The sun had already gone down and as we walked toward Temple Square, Lindsay commented on how cold her hands already were. Crowd noises and lots of honking horns soon filled our ears. Flashing police lights illuminated the growing protest of Elder Boyd K Packer’s talk from General Conference. 1000 people surrounded Temple Square. In bold contrast to the brilliant lights of temple square, they were dressed in black. Twisting doctrines, they protested they very thing they themselves scream to protect when it best suites them, freedom of speech. Blinded by what looked like years of slow steps down the wrong path, we heard songs from the Hymn book with lyrics mutated into something sick. Under the guise of ‘freedom,’ they promoted slavery to temptations and sin. The tension of the scene churned our stomachs into a knot, of course, getting my hand accidently held by a guy  looking for his partner probably didn’t help.

The Light

After some uneasy looks and quick walking, we finally found our way to the south exit where security guards stood careful watch. As we entered into the tabernacle, immediate warmth flowed back into us. Peace and reverence

MoTab–Oct 7 2010

stilled the scene of what had just happened outside. As I entered the tabernacle that day, I didn’t see the respectful spectators or the skilled choir. I saw and heard angels. They twisted sickness of the outside melted away. Voices sang praise, timpanis sounded as guards to the gate, and  the master stood, in perfect control of all. Not one thing passed his gaze, and as he gave the command, he was followed with perfect obedience. “I Believe in Christ” hallowed that place that night. It provided a perfect contrast of power of both sides. I however, ‘will never, no never, no never forsake!’

 

Never, no never, no never forsake!

 

Dale out.