I recently experienced the last day of my 20s. I wanted to make sure my day was full of things that were of value to me in my 20s that I wanted to continue to place value in as I entered a new decade of life. The day consisted of scripture study, journaling, yoga, and service. It also felt really important to make it to the temple, but for whatever reason I made it there much later than I had planned. As I was walking in, I saw a couple, who I assumed were not members because of how they were dressed and the fact that they weren’t carrying temple bags. The gentleman half of this couple was very apparently angry. “Are you a member of this church?” he vehemently asked me. “Yes,” I responded. “Can you tell me why they won’t let me in? We are Catholics. Devout Catholics. I’ve been all over the world and visited temples, mosques, churches and cathedrals. And every religion lets me in to their houses of worship to see what they do. You will not. Why?” I began