“Acts of selfless service are performed daily by countless members of the Church. . . given, with no fanfare or boasting, but rather through quiet love and tender care.” –President Thomas S. Monson

I love working in the temple. Those two days are my favorites of the week.

I stand in the hallway of the temple, showing sisters who enter the way to the locker room. Hobbling down the marble floor comes a little white-haired lady with her cane. She’s breathing hard and wobbling from side-to-side as she walks. She concentrates with her eyes on the floor, probably to make sure she doesn’t fall.

“Good afternoon, Sister,” I say.

She looks up into my eyes. Her furrowed brow melts into upturned wrinkles. Her grin seems to go from ear to ear. “I’m so happy to be here.”

“Have a great day,” I say.

“It’s already a great day because I’m in the temple,” she says.

Another lady shuffles out of the locker room on her way to the chapel on the second floor. She leans against the wall as she walks slowly toward the elevator. She comes often, and I know she has dizzy spells so she hangs onto the wall so she won’t fall. I asked her one day if she wanted a wheel chair, and she responded with an indignant ‘No.’

young women at temple

My next assignment is in the baptistery. I am to put away towels and see that each girl has a quick shower [after being baptized] so that those who follow her don’t have to wait, dripping wet and shivering. In the locker room more girls talk and giggle quietly as they stand in front of the mirror to comb and dry their hair. The discussion weaves in and out of many subjects.

“Did you see those cute shoes Jenny had on at school today?” This girl has combed out her hair and flipped her head toward the floor and back up three or four times. Then she dips her head one last time and pulls her long brown hair into a pony tail. She stands up and secures it with a scrunchy. She studies her hair, pulls out the tie to let it fall loose and starts the whole process over again.

The girl next to her. “I can’t believe you found so many names [on Family Search] the other night at Young Women’s. I wish I had more.”

Another, “Your nails look so cute.”

“My sister did them.”

And on it goes.

a senior missionary and a young elder missionary talk outside the temple

A small girl with long dark hair shows up for the shower. She hands me her family file cards to hold while she rinses off. When she’s finished she says, “I have more names, but I can’t do them all today.”

“We’re so glad you came to the temple,” I say.

“I get out of school at 2:45, and my dad picked me up and brought me. I’ll come twice this week to get all these baptisms done.”

What a fun daddy-daughter date. What a faithful girl to give of her time for the salvation of others.

Each of the people I come in contact with at the temple, including my fellow workers, are acting on their testimony of the Savior—loving like the Savior loved. They are giving of their time and talents for the salvation of those who have gone before them.

So, when asked if I serve in the temple. My answer is, “I receive love in the temple.” Each person I encounter is an unspoken testimonies of Jesus Christ. Their faithful actions strengthen me. This service is truly given, as President Monson says, with quiet love and tender care.


Christy MonsonChristy loves writing for children. Pioneer history has always had a special place in her heart—particularly stories of the prophets. She has published articles in The Ensign, Friend and other children’s periodicals. She and her husband, Robert, have lived all over the United States, enjoying the company of Seminary and Institute youth for over 36 years. During their stay in Las Vegas, Christy received a master’s degree in Marriage and Family Therapy and established a counseling business.

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