This lovely morning Ashley and I decided to take a trip to the temple (I think it was much needed).
When we arrived hardly anyone was there. So we got to do a lot of names. When we got to the baptistry part of the temple we noticed something strange about the baptist. He kept leaning forward. Once we got where the font was we could see why he was doing this. He was blind. So it became our opportunity to read the names. I was nervous about this because I know well that the names we do are sometimes pretty wild and obscure. But I walked down the steps into the font, told him my name and looked at the screen. Foreign names were in front of me. I told him the first name, he dunked me and started right back up. By the time I had wiped my eyes to see again he was ready for the next foreign name. I think I did alright with first names, but last names really got me. Does anyone know how to pronounce Sjkhobl? Me neither. Especially with a two second reading time. It was quite hard, but a really neat experience. And I am thankful I am not the Baptist that has to read those names, and I will never have to worry about that.
Then we left the temple, and were almost struck by lightning.
I don't know what that means, but it was close.
Like lightning and thunder at the same time close.
