Sometime in August I saw a photo of a very pretty filet crochet picture of the Salt Lake Temple. I spent about a week looking for the pattern, but I couldn’t even find the origin of the photo. It was pinned from numerous sources, but none seemed to be the original upload. I looked on crochet forums and Etsy to no avail. I found a pattern on Etsy, though, but didn’t like it, so what I did was to take a good look at the photos, open Excel, and create a pattern.
Excel is a very versatile tool, you see.
As I started to crochet, I suddenly remembered a lot of stories of the Salt Lake Temple. As I mentioned yesterday I served my mission on Temple Square, and part of our work included telling people about the history of the Temple. I can’t even count how many times my companions and I retold the story of Brigham Young selecting the site of the Temple just four days after the saints arrived in the Salt Lake Valley, and how it took 40 years of hard work and sacrifice to build the Temple that has since become a landmark and a symbol of the church. As Temple Square missionaries we got to attend the temple weekly, had the opportunity cleaning it, and got to see areas that are usually not shown to the public. The Salt Lake Temple became a personal special place for many of us.
One Saturday I realized that I had made a mistake some 6 or 7 rows earlier, right at the base of the Temple. I decided not to rip it all out then, but wait till after church on Sunday. It was a small mistake, but it made the pattern unbalanced to my eyes, and I was sure it would ruin it completely as I got further along.
This year in Sunday School we learn about the Doctrine and Covenants and Church history. The lesson that day was about the building of the Salt Lake Temple. Part of the lesson included our teacher reading out a story from the manual, about how, when the leaders anticipated hostility towards the saints from the US military, the foundations of the temple were covered up to look like just another plot of land. After the danger passed and the foundation was uncovered there were cracks in the sandstone. The saints started all over with laying the foundations, this time using granite. Had they not been forced to hide their work they would not have found out that the foundation would not be able to support the temple.
That afternoon I went back and fixed the small mistake in my work. The following week I finished that piece.
Learning from our mistakes is important, and something beautiful can be born out of it. Like the Salt Lake Temple. Like lives lived loving, and following our Savior.