Even after living in the Chicago area for nearly 13 years, after guiding at the House of Worship since I was 8 years old, after spending hours there for Holy Days, events, or just hanging out with my friends and family, I think I don’t appreciate this building enough. It is not only the physical shell, but the spiritual signficance. I can’t wait to see everything when they are done with the restoration.
This weekend was National Convention…good times. I’m a bit sleep deprived, but thats how it goes.
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What a bounty to live there and serve on such an occasion! This servant makes a “mini-pilgrimage” to the Mashriqu’l-Adkhar once a year during Ridvan to see the flowers in full bloom and pray and meditate there, but has not had the chance to do so this year. Seeing these photos makes him want to go back there so badly… do you think that this coming weekend the tulips & other flowers will still be in full bloom, or will they be withered by then? If they are still in bloom, weather and Allah permitting, this servant would like to make a “lightning visit”, as we call a quick trip in Colombia, to the Temple this coming weekend…
I don’t know if the tulips will still be in bloom, I’m guessing they will be because I saw some that have not yet opened up yet.
The weather may be a bit spotty, but if you can come to the Temple I would say go for it. 🙂
I agree with all you say Sholeh…from the appreciation of the HOW to the sleep deprivation… 🙂
I think the flowers will still be here by the weekend. It’s really nice here this week, too!
Thanks… I hope to be there this weekend, Insh’Allah.
Just learned about the Holy gravesite of Quddus being destroyed in Iran… If I could’ve gone over there myself and thrown myself in front of the excavation equipment as a sacrifice, I would have! God will surely punish those responsible for this act, as He did those who were responsible for the martyrdom of Quddus and His companions.
when it comes to the House of Worship… (to quote joanie mitchell) you don’t know what you got til it’s gone.
i’ve never found it more true than in my relationship with the Mother Temple of the West. i never understood how much support it provided me, how often i went to just sit there, or how many memories i have bottled up under its roof… until i was thrown into LA.
crazy.
Living in Chicago area near the Temple?
Some people have all the luck!
🙂
Wow! I thought I was young when I served as a guide at the House of Worship at age 11. At that time, my family lived on the south side of Milwaukee, and we used to drive down nearly every Sunday.
Carmen, I can identify with suddenly living a few thousand miles away from the House of Worship after spending most of my life within hundreds of miles. When I’ve gone back, though, the experience has been almost like a pilgrimage, and far more sacred than it used to be.