I am painfully aware that I haven’t posted anything in a long time. Sigh, too much to do, not enough time to do it all. And with Sunstone coming up, I’m dashing about getting ready to make my way to Zion from sunny southern California.
There is a certain madness in this year’s trip. Something inside of me desperately wants to move from San Diego to Salt Lake City. I will be looking seriously at housing opportunities. My friends all think I’ve gone crazy. How can I leave paradise for life behind the Zion Curtain?
Here’s the odd thing — it’s the closest I can come to a “testimony” about anything. I feel as if this is really supposed to happen. I have no idea how. How do I move hundreds of books and everything else that would need to come with me? How can I find housing that will fulfill my needs? I have no idea.
But somehow I feel that there is an undeniable urge in me to relocate and spend my waning years in the shadow of the Temple.
Now, here’s the question: will I live in the shadow of the Temple, or of the Church Office Building? Quite different phenomena, you know. I can’t go into the Temple, but I can go into the Church Office Building. But I have no desire to go into the COB again — been there, done that. Eaten in the employee cafeteria, visited several offices. And, frankly, I don’t much want to go into the Temple, either.
So what do I want? Damned if I know.
What is it about Mormonism, and Mormons, that makes me want to live in the thick of things? The logic behind it escapes me. Maybe some of you who live in Mormon-land can explain it.