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It’s been a while.

But this morning I went to the Provo Temple. It was cold, the clouds were low over the east mountains, and it struck me:

The temple in Provo may not be the most striking of the temples in and of itself (having sometimes been called a birthday cake and other sundry things), but I’m pretty sure we would be hard pressed to find a more incredible setting for a temple. 

The mountains that slope and meet at Rock Canyon provide perhaps the most ideal backdrop for this house of the Lord. Even before walking through the doors I felt that departure from the profane into the sacred.