No Temple for Me, Thanks, Though
I know... I should. The temple's never led me astray or done anything but good for me, but I'm still wary of it.
Why? Two main reasons.
1-When I was in college, I went abroad for a few months and lived right next to a temple in another country. Before I went, I wanted to take out my endowment. My bishop told me "no." I'd been studying, going to temple prep and I thought I was ready... I certainly wanted it badly. Instead, my bishop threw a past sin in my face (which I thought I was supposed to have been forgiven of) and told me that if I messed up like that after the temple, then I'd really be in a tough spot. So, the whole 3 months I lived a stone's throw from the temple, while the other two students I was there with went to the temple, I was by myself, but I wanted to be in there and I couldn't be.
2-People talk about being shocked and having their faith shaken by going to the temple. What??? That's crazy. Isn't it supposed to go along with all of the other lessons we've learned over and over and over again since we were able to sing the Sunbeam song? Isn't it? I've been tempted to look up the temple ceremony online, but I never have, out of respect. Still... I'm curious... why do so many people react that way?
I've had good temple experiences, too, though. I remember being so happy when I was 7 and my family went together to be sealed. Doing baptisms was always a positive time, although, I must admit that I now find the process of being baptized for the dead and doing other work for the dead to be completely and utterly illogical (how can you possibly do the work for every Australian aborigine, Laotian farmer or ancient Egyptian slave of whom there were no written records?).
At this point, it's all moot, because my "less-activeness" prevents me from even getting close to that path. Even if it didn't, I'm still not sure I'd want to go anymore.