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Show 206 baptisms in the temple for those who have died without the opportunity to leam the gospel. The idea is that with baptism by proxy, the soul waiting in spirit prison will then have the choice to accept the truth, and I guess move into the kingdom of heaven. Spirits can't be baptized. It has to be flesh and blood. Once you're twelve, if you can get a temple recommend from the bishop, you are old enough to be baptized in the temple-really your only ticket into those buildings at that age except for temple dedications. It wasn't too long after this that I started preferring sin to church, and even by this point I had to lie about a few things in the bishop's interview-being completely honest and masturbation, specifically-to get my recommend, but I was given one and I went. That was my only time putting on the white temple clothing. It was raining that day. Steve was there, as we were briefly in the same ward. It was quiet in the changing room, nobody was fucking around like usual. It was the first time in the temple for most, if not all, of us. Some of the youth talked about how they hoped they would be baptized for someone famous, but I imagined all the famous people had already been taken. For the story I could tell my mom, I remember hoping for someone with a Welsh name. After I changed into the white temple clothing I sat by Steve on a marble bench. He hadn't said a word the whole time and wouldn't until he was back home. When everyone was ready we walked into the room where the baptisms were to take place. The baptismal font was held up by twelve marble oxen pillars. |
