Showing posts with label lessons learned. Show all posts
Showing posts with label lessons learned. Show all posts
Saturday, January 8, 2011
This is my Idahome.
I went into this blog looking to point out to others (and myself) the good things about living here in Rexburg and going to school at BYU-Idaho. I'd say mission accomplished. I love it here, and I think that it's time for me to be done with this blog. I won't take it down, but this little space has served its purpose. I started school a little upset I wan't going somewhere else, and with the expectation that nowhere else could hold a candle to California life. Now I'm starting my junior year and the only thing I hate is the snow (and even then, it's okay sometimes). Thanks for taking this journey with me!
Tuesday, September 28, 2010
#33 Little Reminders
I was walking across campus the other night when I walked past the Gordon B. Hinckley Building. The lights were on inside and I could see in. I noticed something I never had before. The statue of the praying Joseph Smith on the first floor faces the Christus on the second floor. How cool is that?
I bet that was on purpose. It's a little reminder that The First Vision really did happen. That made my day.
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Saturday, February 20, 2010
#19 The Taylor Chapel
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The inside of the Taylor Chapel (shown above) is beautiful. I was there for a stake Relief Society fireside today and realized for the first time how architecture can be conducive to a spiritual environment. It's simple--not distracting like some Catholic churches I've been to. The walls are white. The pews and stand are made from light wood and the pipes of the organ adorn the wall. But the best part are those tall windows lining the east and west walls. Light pours into those windows and all the light wood and the white walls reflect it all over. It's probably the brightest room on campus. Even at night, the artificial light in the room is emphasized by those windows--all the brightness of the room is framed by by the deep blue night.
But all this is only fitting, considering that it's a chapel. The only thing that could possibly be brighter are the hymns played on that piano or organ; the testimonies borne and the Gospel light preached from that pulpit. The Taylor Chapel is a celebration of light. It is a place both to see and to receive it.
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