I was talking to a friend recently about our shared history with the Mormon faith. They helped me realize something in reminiscing on Mormon temple ceremonies.
Being in an intimate setting with friends. Dressed in a different garb. Whispering in hushed tones used only in this setting. Quiet interrupted by the water sloshing in the large, tiled baptismal font. A setting to see into the soul of another.
What do they do when all is made eternal?
How do they hold themselves when the temple suspends their external identity?
I noticed that this is, unfortunately, something I have lost in stepping away from the church. I wish there was more ceremony in our culture.