I hope my friend's words help someone, somewhere, who feels, in some way, broken-down.
I went to the temple today. We started almost fifteen minutes late because of some car trouble in a family group. Other people came into the room with walkers, labored breathing and obvious problems moving around. I was thinking, "Great, this is going to go really slowly."
But suddenly it was perfect, all of us there together. Broken-down cars, broken-down bodies, and me with my broken-down faith.
Truly, that is a description of Zion.