Redeeming the Dead

The Power and Potential of Temple Worship

I attended a temple endowment session for the first time as a sullen eighteen-year-old, grudgingly preparing for my mission to Chicago. I have always been very aware of my personal imperfections; the white, soaring walls of the LA temple felt forbidding and even uninviting that day as I walked inside. As I waited for the ceremony to start, I wondered, S…