I have read many people talk about the peace they have felt in the temple. The sublime connection to the divine.
I have read many people as well discuss the trauma they have felt in the temple. The profound disagreement they had with something they experienced within in.
Like many things in my church experience, I don’t fit either extreme. The temple was just another thing.
I guess as a caveat, I should say that I disaffected well before the age where one is endowed, so I haven’t gone through those entire parts of the temple experience. Basically, all I have to go from are the times I went for proxy baptisms.
I didn’t like going to the temple. That isn’t to say that I hated it, or that I was traumatized, but I didn’t like it. I think that temples are beautiful to be outside of, but inside, the experience is underwhelming. Things just feel so…sterile…and it’s not sterile in a bleeding-edge-tech-medical-lab environment sort of way. It’s sterile in a kind of stale, old way. Sitting in the waiting room before or after going to the baptismal font…such a boring experience.
I think it was even worse after the baptisms. As I would dry off, my skin would become particularly dry and ashy….maybe I would have had more positive experiences if I thought it were OK to bring lotion? (I wonder how much that says about the difference between black experience and white experience in the church. I mean, I know some white folks who claim that their skin gets ashy…but…)