My
husband and I were called to teach the temple preparation class nine
years ago. When he was later called as an assistant to the high
priest group leader, he asked the stake high councilman if that meant
that he had to be released from temple class; the high councilman
said he thought it did.
The
bishop said not if he thought he could still do both. That was easy,
because if he had his way he would never be released.
Another
bishop kept us, and with a new call two years ago as ward clerk, he
gave the same answer, and we continued to teach together.
When
I was called to teach the stake Relief Society Institute class, now
called gospel study class, I said to the bishop that I thought I
could continue temple class, and I have. We have loved this calling,
together, as we have seen so many persons gain the blessings of the
temple.
The
lessons are much like the missionary lessons — they take
whatever time they take, in order to cover the needed material
according to the understanding and experience of the persons in the
class. I could take on a separate, time-intensive stake calling,
because we didn’t need new preparation with each group; we knew
the material.
The
most important preparation was to be prayerful and in tune with the
places where each person began, to perceive the needs or gaps in
their understanding. The bishop selected who would be in our class
by the keys of his stewardship, and each class has been different
because each person is different.
My
husband began the first week, every time, with the instruction that
if our class members had ever had a gospel question, this was the
place to ask.
He
would say, “If you ever heard something that went right over
your head, say in Sunday school, and you wanted to ask about it —
but it was obvious that everyone else knew what they were talking
about, so you didn’t want to bring the group to a halt with
your questions — here you can stop and ask anything.”
And they did.
“Where
did we get the Book of Abraham?” was the first question from
the first group. Since the initial lesson is on the plan of
salvation there were about to be several readings from the Book of
Abraham, so that was a good starting point.
In
a later group, Brother Suarez, a convert with his wife, would lean
forward a tiny bit, with his slow smile, and say, “Brother
Stoddard, I have a question….” and we might spend the
next five minutes addressing it and finding that he wasn’t the
only one.
There
are only six lessons, plus one for after they’ve gone to the
temple that encourages them to continue and to do family history
work. That doesn’t seem like much, but they cover the plan of
salvation, standards of worthiness, the blessings of the temple
(which includes the history of temples through the dispensations),
ordinances and covenants, learning from the Lord through symbols, and
getting ready to go to the temple (interviews, scheduling, review of
concepts etc.). That seems simple enough.
But
that first lesson can take four weeks. That’s what it took for
the first group, and they’re the only ones who were able to
meet on a weeknight for a full hour, instead of the limits of Sunday
School class time. It usually took three weeks, because the list of
scriptures is hefty, and it’s important not to speed through
it.
We’ve
taught converts, reactivated members, missionaries, and one young
bride. Some of them have grown up in the Church, some have come back
to the Church, and some have been blessed and even rescued by finding
the truth they had almost given up on. Each one has had a story.
One
couple had been reactivated. She had grown up in the Church, and his
family had been baptized when he was in junior high. I don’t
remember how long they had been absent, but it was many years.
When
the bishop reached out to them, this brother said that if came back,
he “wanted it to be real. “ He accepted the invitation to
return, and his testimony was rekindled. They were the first
endowments and sealing that we attended from our teaching. Now that
they have both retired, they’re serving a mission at the
bishop’s storehouse.
Brother
and Sister Suarez took out their endowments on the same session as
our missionary son, and that was a sweet day; then their daughter was
sealed to them. When we went back with them to do the work for his
parents, the sealer performed that ordinance in Spanish for them.
They later went back to Panama ready to serve there.
There
are many other stories.
We
haven’t had the opportunity to go with all of them. Some have
gone to be with family in other places that were too far away, but we
were able to go to Portland with one couple, and witness the sealing
of their children after the session.
We’ve
had great joy in being with our students as they go to the temple to
make their covenants and receive those blessings, but I think that
maybe the most indelible experiences have been those transparent and
pure moments in our class when the Holy Ghost has brought a powerful
witness and allowed us to share testimony and answers heart to heart,
moments that penetrate our souls as we find our firm convictions
“added upon.”
The
lesson manual is marked with our initials by the sections we do, and
I think there are a couple of those that we’ve never traded.
As we fill in around each other, sometimes we’ve made one of
our students chuckle a moment as we take turns with each other —
I’ll put a hand on his knee to say, wait, I wasn’t done
yet.
I’ve
made scripture lists and instruction sheets for calling the temple
and scheduling. I think I’m on my second copy of the manual
and he’s on his third, and his looks more battered than mine
even if it’s newer. We’ve made notes, additions, and
chosen a few supplemental materials.
Alex,
short, round, and Cuban, was a single dad with five kids when he
showed up in the ward as a new convert. He went and did baptisms for
the dead as often as he could, loving the spirit he found there, and
he told us that he could hardly wait to be able to “go upstairs
to the whole temple.” The day he did, he was joined by the
missionaries who had baptized him and he had a rich experience.
He
felt a longing for a companion to be there with him, and we promised
that the time would come. Heavenly Father knew his heart and the
things he had been through, and we were confident in the spirit of
that holy house that He would not leave Alex alone.
Four
months later, out of the natural response of a generous heart, he
offered help to a friend of a friend, and thus met Greta. The gospel
soaked into her like rain in a parched land, and four months later
she had been baptized and they were married.
She
in turn went and did baptisms at the temple and had some singular
experiences. One year after that, we were with them in the temple
as she took out her own endowments.
Lingering
there before we went down to change out of our white clothing, he
said something that humbled and touched us. He was grateful for the
blessings in his life that we had been a part of, and he said, “Your
job is very important. You bring people to God. Bringing them to
the temple, here, is truly bringing them to God.” It changes
lives.
Every
Sunday Alex greets me with a quiet, “Hey, mama,” and a
squeeze. Every person we have had in our temple class has become a
cherished friend. That’s the outgrowth of shared spiritual
experience and service. There is a kinship, and we are forever a
part of each other’s lives.
Two
weeks ago our ward Relief Society was reorganized, and I was called
as education counselor. I still had both of my teaching callings.
My husband thought I could still do everything and just be careful to
be out on time, but it’s a matter of absorption and focus, not
just the clock.
I
need to be available to troubleshoot and prepare before Relief
Society, and an obligation during Sunday School time is simply not
compatible with that. At my own recommendation to the bishop this
week, I was released today. (As for the stake, they are going to
call a second teacher to trade off with me, and we shall see.)
They’re
keeping my husband. We hadn’t started our next group yet, so
I’m not leaving in the middle. Who knows, maybe he’ll
get his wish and never be released — but I suspect the time
will come. I have peace in knowing that my service in this calling
is now complete, and my Father in Heaven wants me to serve somewhere
else. I am where I’m supposed to be.
I
feel totally out of my element, but that doesn’t matter. He
has promised to help, and my own temple covenants direct me to serve
where He calls. This is where He has called, and I trust His
purposes. The blessings of temple class will stay with me forever.
Marian J. Stoddard was born in Washington, D.C., and grew up in its Maryland suburbs. Her
father grew up in Carson City, Nevada, and her mother in Salt Lake City, so she was always
partly a Westerner at heart, and she ended up raising her family in Washington State. Her family
took road trips all over the United States and Canada, so there were lots of adventures.
The adventures of music, literature, and art were also valued and pursued. Playing tourist always
included the local museums as well as historical sites and places of natural beauty. Discussions
at home, around the dinner table or working in the kitchen, could cover politics, philosophy, or
poetry, with the perspective of the gospel underlying all. Words and ideas, and testimony and
service, were the family currency.
Marian graduated from Winston Churchill High School in Potomac, Maryland, and attended the
University of Utah as the recipient of the Ralph Hardy Memorial Scholarship, where she was
graduated with honors, receiving a B.A. in English. She also met the love of her life, a law
student, three weeks after her arrival; she jokes that she had to marry him because her mother
always wanted a tenor in the family. (She sings second soprano.) They were married two years
later and have six children and six grandchildren (so far). She treasures her family, her friends,
and her opportunities to serve.
Visit Marian at her blog, greaterthansparrows. You can contact her at
bloggermarian@gmail.com.
Marian and her husband live in Tacoma, Washington. Together they teach those who are
preparing to go to the temple for the first time, and she also teaches a Stake Relief Society
Institute class.