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05:35:29 pm on April 16, 2012 |
by Valerie J. Steimle
As a member of The Church of Jesus Christ of Latter-day Saints (often misnamed the Mormon Church), we all can recall our conversion stories about how we have come to be members of the Church. I’m no different, as I have told my conversion story many times, and I feel that this can help others understand why some people feel drawn to the Church once they have learned about it.My conversion story starts when I was seven years old. I was born to two Jewish parents from Brooklyn, New York. My mother always felt that there was something missing in her life and even read the New Testament, which Jews are discouraged to read. In the Jewish Orthodox sect, it is forbidden.
But as we were growing up (my sister and brother included), my parents continued to take us to the local synagogue for Sabbath services. They didn’t know where else to go.
At seven, I really wanted to go to the children’s Sunday school class which they held at a different time. My mother asked the Rabbi if I could attend and he said no. He said I was too old to start the Sunday school class at seven and that all I could attend would be the regular Sabbath service. It is amazing to me now how strongly I felt at the time when I was not allowed to go. I did not want to go back to the synagogue at all and wanted nothing to do with the Jewish religion. Two years later, my parents met members of The Church of Jesus Christ of Latter-day Saints and started taking the missionary lessons.
I was very happy to learn about another religion, even though I didn’t know anyone who was a member of the Church, nor did my friends know anything about that religion. It was virtually unheard of at the time in New Jersey (1969), but we listened to their teachings, and six months later we were baptized into the Church as a family. Now, I had grandparents who lived close by to us, and we visited them often, so my parents decided that it was too overwhelming to tell them and the rest of the family of what we did. So we were told to keep this whole church thing a secret. We didn’t discuss any kind of religion with any of my cousins or aunts and uncles, and there were many. Besides the bar mitzvahs and weddings that occurred each year, we had yearly family gatherings.
My parents knew the Mormon Church (The Church of Jesus Christ Of Latter-day Saints) was the restored gospel on the earth; they just didn’t want our family to disown us. So it was like living a double life. We went to church each week and were active in the ward, but when a family event took place we attended and spoke nothing of the church. This seemed like a normal thing to me until I was an adult looking back on what had happened and realized how odd it really was.
When I was 18 and living at Ricks College in Rexburg, Idaho, my parents went to a family bar mitzvah and the discussion turned to church attendance. My mother finally told her side of the family that we did join the Church and there were fireworks. They eventually accepted the fact that we had become Christians, and we were able to teach them about what we believed.
Now the main reason I converted to the church was not because I didn’t want to be Jewish anymore; the main reason I converted was because I learned then and know now that Jesus Christ is the Messiah and he set up His Church to be a guiding beacon in our lives. He was able to restore His true gospel through Joseph Smith so we can have peace in our lives. That brings me great comfort.
So let me explain further. When we think of the original gospel that Jesus Christ brought to the earth, we know there were apostles and prophets. There was the priesthood from Jesus to bless the sick and afflicted. There were also spiritual gifts, (speaking in tongues, prophesying, revelation, visions, etc.) and the church had volunteer church leaders (not paid ministry). Members had the opportunity to pay tithing, which is 10% of your income, to the Church. All of these things have been restored to the earth today with the fulness of the gospel of Jesus Christ in His church: The Church of Jesus Christ of Latter-day Saints.
After the original apostles were killed, the priesthood authority Christ gave to the apostles was lost. The dark ages were here on earth for over 1,800 years until a 14-year-old boy by the name of Joseph Smith went to a grove of trees in upstate New York in 1820, to pray about what church he should join. He had a great vision. This might be hard to believe, but I really do believe it. God, the Father and His Son, Jesus Christ, came to Joseph Smith and told him not to join any church. He was told by these two Heavenly Beings that these churches “draw near to me with their lips but their hearts are far from me, they teach for doctrines the commandments of men, having a form of godliness, but they deny the power thereof” (Joseph Smith—History 1:19).So, Latter-day Saints (“Mormons”) believe Joseph Smith was instrumental in bringing the true church of Jesus Christ back to the earth—restoring it—as it was in the days of Christ. When my parents felt something missing in their life and needed to find a place of worship, they felt (and so did I,) that the true gospel of Jesus Christ is found in The Church of Jesus Christ of Latter-day Saints.
Mormon doctrine teaches that we lived in a spirit world with our Father in Heaven before we came to earth. We lived as a families there, so doesn’t it make sense that we would live as families here on earth and then live as families after we leave the earth? I think so. We believe this wholeheartedly and put family as our priority to keep intact. We research government records to find family members and keep a family history. This is all very important. We have our temple buildings in the Church where families are sealed together for time and all eternity.
I know Joseph Smith restored the true gospel of Jesus Christ on the earth. I know Jesus Christ is my Messiah, because I learned of the principles of Christ’s church and about the gospel the way it was intended to be taught by Jesus Christ. I have never taken the Church for granted, and I am happy to be counted as one who belongs to The Church of Jesus Christ of Latter-day Saints.
Valerie Steimle is a member of The Church of Jesus Christ of Latter-day Saints (“Mormon” woman). She has been writing as a family advocate for the past 20 years. She is the mother of nine children living in southern Alabama and is the author of four books and a weekly newspaper column, “Thoughts from the Heart.”
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11:51:13 pm on March 1, 2012 |
Written by Richard Childs, a BYU student, studying a volume of scripture known as the Pearl of Great Price, which is written by prophets; members of The Church of Jesus Christ of Latter-day Saints “Mormons” revere it as sacred text. This post comes from a book within the Pearl of Great Price known as The Book of Moses; it is an extraction from the translation of the Bible as revealed to Joseph Smith the Prophet, June 1830—February 1831.
God the Father Loves Us All
In the Pearl of Great Price (a book of scripture, revered as sacred text by members of The Church of Jesus Christ of Latter-day Saints “Mormons”) and in the first chapter of Moses, Moses saw God the Father and he learned two very important things.That God was his father, and that His work and glory are to bring to pass the immortality and eternal life of man. From Moses’ experience we also learn that the Father has a physical body, just like we do, or rather we have a body just like His. This knowledge of the nature of God is evidence that he is our father. We as His children resemble Him, just as a puppy resembles a dog, or a kitten a cat. Moses was taught that God’s work and glory is the salvation of men. The knowledge that God is our father and that his whole work and glory is to bring about man’s happiness brings me comfort and peace. From Moses’ experience I have learned that God the Father loves us, that when I pray to the God I am praying to my Father in Heaven, an eternal being who doesn’t just love me but loves me like a son. (More …)
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10:43:47 pm on March 1, 2012 |
Written by Josh Lloyd, a BYU student, studying a volume of scripture known as the Pearl of Great Price, which is written by prophets; members of The Church of Jesus Christ of Latter-day Saints “Mormons” revere it as sacred text. This post comes from a book within the Pearl of Great Price known as The Book of Moses; it is an extraction from the translation of the Bible as revealed to Joseph Smith the Prophet, June 1830—February 1831.
We can All Become Like God the Father
Reading the first chapter of the book of Moses, found in a book of scripture known as the Pearl of Great Price, is a remarkably good experience for those who need a model of a solid, personal relationship with God, our Heavenly Father. Moses’ experiences give us some of the most basic and useful insights for building our own relationships with Heavenly Father. If we learn what Moses learned in this chapter, we will find ourselves in possession of key bits of knowledge that, if applied correctly, will lift our hearts and mind and propel them toward an everlasting inheritance.
The first thing that Moses learned from his experience was that “man is nothing.” We have to be careful how we define “nothing” here because we might be led to believe that we do not matter to God the Father, that we are insignificant. That is not what Moses learned. What Moses learned in his moment of physical weakness (and what we ought to learn if we too are children of God) was that we, provided with only our own power, cannot bring to pass any degree of righteousness in the world; or, defined slightly differently, we can only learn and accomplish the things which God the Father has given us power to do.
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06:50:53 am on February 20, 2012 |
Keith L. Brown is a convert to The Church of Jesus Christ of Latter-day Saints and serves as the Ward Mission Leader in the Annapolis, Maryland Ward.I was born and raised a Baptist. My heritage; however, is predominantly Methodist. In fact, my great-great-great grandfather, James Brown and his family founded the little town of San Domingo, Maryland, which was established as a place where free Blacks could live and worship God according to the desires of their hearts. He and his sons, Bayard and Leonard (my paternal family genealogical line is traced through Bayard), built the first Church in the town, and the church was known as “Little Zion”. The original church was destroyed by a fire with only the original church bell remaining, and today a new church known as Zion United Methodist Church, now over 150 years old, stands on the exact location of the original building. Many of my ancestors are laid to rest in the church cemetery. With such a background and humble beginnings, one might ask the question as to why I became a member of The Church of Jesus Christ of Latter-day Saints (inadvertently referred to by many in the world as the Mormon Church).
I was baptized a member of The Church of Jesus Christ of Latter-day Saints on the evening of Tuesday, 10 March 1998, and confirmed a member of the Church on Sunday, 22 March 1998, in the little store front chapel in Reykjavik, the capital city of Iceland. I was serving on active duty in the United States Navy in Keflavik Iceland at the time. At the time of my baptism, I was actively involved in my studies to become a Baptist minister. So, what was it that caused me to “turn the ship about” and set course for a new destination?
I suppose that from an early age I have always been a seeker of knowledge and truth. I have always loved learning new things, especially things of a spiritual nature, and was never quite satisfied with the knowledge that I had been able to obtain. Deep inside of me, I always felt that there was so much more to learn, understand, and know.
By the time that I had made a decision to become a member of The Church of Jesus Christ of Latter-day Saints at the age of 39 years, I had already read the Bible six times in its entirety. Although many of my counterparts would probably be satisfied to read the Bible through once in their lifetime, I read and re-read the blessed pages always looking for more answers to the questions that I so desperately wanted answers to. I was not satisfied, nor willing to accept that everything that God had to say to man was contained within the 1,189 chapters, 31,102 verses, or 783,137 words found in the King James Bible. Nor was I willing to accept that the Heavens were ever closed and that God no longer spoke to man. Even with my limited knowledge and understanding, I believed that God had never at any time stop speaking to man, but that man had in effect placed himself on a pedestal believing that he was wiser than God and chose to stop listening to His voice.
One day while still living at home with my parents, I was watching television when I saw a commercial about a church that I was not at all familiar with. I was to discover that the church that was being talked about was The Church of Jesus Christ of Latter-day Saints. At the end of the commercial a book called the Book of Mormon (Another Testament of Jesus Christ) was offered free of charge. I was always looking for new books on new subjects to add to my library of learning, and with this book being offered for free, I decided to write and ask for a copy. The one thing that the commercial did not mention is that two young men dressed in suits, riding bicycles would come and personally deliver my copy of the book. This was my first meeting with missionaries, but it would not be my last.
Some of the things that these young men taught me were not that different from the religious training and background that I already had, but some of the things that they talked about were new and sparked my interest greatly. I invited them back for several more meetings and actually met with them for a couple of months until the time that I had decided to enlist in the United States Navy. Although I had great interest in the teachings of the Church, I put everything on hold for a time.
To make a long story short, it would not be until some 17 years after I had first started investigating The Church of Jesus Christ of Latter-day Saints, when I was given orders from the Navy to go serve in Keflavik Iceland, once again ashore from sea duty, I again had an opportunity to learn what the Church was all about. I wrote to the editors of the Church Newspaper inquiring about the price of an overseas subscription, and much to my surprise, I received an email back from Mr. Doug Osborne, one of the editors of the newspaper at that time, inquiring why I was in Iceland, and he wanted to know what my interest was in the Church. He was the one who really got things going for me again, as he contacted the local missionaries and had them get in touch with me. That was in early 1997.
I met with several groups of missionaries over the course of approximately a year. Within my heart I knew that the things that I was being taught were true, but I would not settle the matter in my mind. I eventually told the missionaries that I appreciated everything that they had taught me, but I would not make a decision to be baptized until after I had read the Book of Mormon, Doctrine and Covenants, and Pearl of Great Price in their entirety. The Lord was both patient with me and gracious to me, and I was inspired to develop a 40-day reading plan to complete all of the reading. Every free moment I had I spent reading and studying these volumes and was pleased to find that many of the answers to the questions I once had were finally being answered and my understanding was being enlightened.
Again, to make a long story short, at the end of the 40-day reading, I knelt beside the bed in my barracks room and asked the Lord to let me know if those things that I had read were indeed true, if Joseph Smith was indeed a Prophet of God, and if I should become a member of The Church of Jesus Christ of Latter-day Saints. I received a warm feeling in my heart with the assurance and confirmation that this is exactly what the Lord would have me to do and where He wanted me to be. And so on 10 March 1998, I was baptized a member of The Church of Jesus Christ of Latter-day Saints and have immensely enjoyed and continue to enjoy the blessings of being a member. The rest, as they say, is history.
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07:01:12 pm on February 7, 2012 |
Alan grew up in Johannesburg, in a Christian home. While in his youth, he had two brothers die in a car accident. He was concerned about their spiritual welfare because of the inconsistent teachings that he was taught in his church—this troubled him. Later, he met a friend who was a member of The Church of Jesus Christ of Latter-day Saints; this friend introduced Alan to the Church and there he found encouragement, hope, and a new understanding of the meaning behind the experiences we go through in this life. The Atonement of Jesus Christ (the doctrine of redemption) became more personal to Alan as he was able to apply it to his specific situations. The message of Alan is a message of found hope through the teachings of The Church of Jesus Christ of Latter-day Saints. Watch his message below:
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10:42:59 am on February 1, 2012 |
There is a time in your life when the light goes on. It is in that moment when all your trials, experiences and lingering questions come together and then the answer appears.
I am a convert to the Church of Jesus Christ of Latter-day Saints also commonly called the Mormon Church. I was 18 years old and all of my childhood and youth could not have been further from Gospel principles. I was the youngest of four kids born to an alcoholic father and an extremely abusive mother, who divorced when I was 9.I just figured that everyone’s home life was the same as mine, tumultuous, until I started school. I learned very quickly that it was not the same at all. When I was about 6 years old I remember praying to God about wanting to find people that were like me, that love kids and family was first, who knew that He existed and loved me unconditionally, that nothing is really a coincidence.
When I was 16 years old, I was kicked out of the house because I no longer fit into what my mom wanted in her life. It was tough living on the streets of a major city and continueing in school but I did it. After graduating high school I moved to another city to “start over”. I knew that I was searching for the meaning of my life but didn’t know where to find it or if it even existed.
An Introduction to Mormon Missionaries
I was introduced to the Mormon missionaries within 6 months. The moment that Elder Hause opened his mouth to teach me, the light inside me, the spirit inside me knew I had finally found my home. Since the Gospel has been in my life now for many years, I have never had more peace, pure joy and unconditional love. The Saviour took me gently by the hand and reached into my battered heart and I felt a calm, a peace and an assurance that I would never be alone again.
The Saviour knew me, little old me, the wallflower in the room, whose mother said was the one not wanted, the girl with lower than low self-esteem. And I knew in my heart that He knew me, better than I knew myself.
I realized that was what the missionaries had taught me, the “burning in my chest”. I knew that I could never, would never be able to deny it. I was as sure as the sun rises every morning and then sets every evening. I am a Child of God. My testimony was embedded into my heart. I knew at that split second that I wanted, needed and with the deepest desires of my heart to be baptized into the LDS church, the fully restored church that Jesus taught. When I had only known darkness and sadness, His light was both a comfort and a blessing to me. It was 13 short days after that first meeting with the missionaries that I was baptized as a member of The Church of Jesus Christ of Latter-day Saints.
Kay Cahoon is a member of The Church of Jesus Christ of Latter-day Saints (Mormon), wife, mother of six, grandma of many, traveler and genealogist.Additional Resources:
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06:33:30 pm on January 23, 2012 |
Alison is a member of the Church of Jesus Christ of Latter-day Saints (inadvertently called by friends of other faiths as the “Mormon Church”).
Every member of the Church of Jesus Christ of Latter-day Saints has to develop their own testimony at some point. My testimony that Joseph Smith is a prophet came when I was 15 years old through the Spirit. I know Joseph Smith saw our Heavenly Father and our Savior, Jesus Christ. I know that he saw the angel Moroni and obtained the gold plates. I know he translated the words on those plates for us today. I’m grateful for the sacrifices he made to bring us another witness of our Savior.I am grateful to have the witness of Christ through the Book of Mormon. I’m grateful for the continuing revelation Joseph Smith and other latter-day prophets have received for our time.
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09:27:40 pm on November 15, 2011 |
By Greg R., member of The Church of Jesus Christ of Latter-day Saints (Mormons), and student at Brigham Young University (BYU).
As a member of The Church of Jesus Christ of Latter-day Saints (which church is often mistakenly called the Mormon Church), I believe in the power of prayer. I received a twofold answer to a prayer while studying the scriptures and reading Doctrine and Covenants 12:5–6: “Therefore, if you will ask of me you shall receive; if you will knock it shall be opened unto you. Now, as you have asked, behold, I say unto you, keep my commandments, and seek to bring forth and establish the cause of Zion.”
I had been asking for guidance and strength to manage my course load in school at Brigham Young University as I transitioned from serving a two-year mission for my church. Before reading this section, I listed a number of blessings I had seen in my life lately. As I read verse 5, the Holy Spirit came upon me and urged me strongly to pray for this guidance again. I did so, and pled in my heart for a sure direction to take—anything to send me in the right direction. As I listened for the answer, my attention was directed almost immediately to the next verse of scripture. In a dramatic irony that only Heavenly Father can produce in such a moment as this, I read these words after my prayer, “Now, as you have asked, behold, I say unto you, keep my commandments.” (More …)
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07:57:51 am on February 11, 2010 |
The following is an email sent by Aragon, a dentist, to his parents. Aragon served in the Sydney Australia Vietnamese speaking mission for The Church of Jesus Christ of Latter-day Saints, and then attended University of California at San Francisco dental school. During his senior year he traveled to the Philippines to serve with “Kids International Dental Service.”
Hi family,
I just wanted to give a trip report for the past two weeks that I have been in the Philippines; apparently some of you…did not even know I was over there.The trip was very special for me and reminded me of some of the feelings I had had when I was much younger as a missionary. As a missionary you are able to feel the peace that comes from focusing on others’ needs as opposed to just your own. It was during that time as a missionary that I knew I wanted to integrate such a lifestyle into the rest of my life.
The first summer back from my mission I spent four months in Vietnam, one day I was eating lunch at a café, and I started talking to a person that was sharing the table with me. I told him how I really wanted to help out with the poverty I saw around me but I did not know how. I remember him telling me that if I really wanted to help that I would need to go back to America to gain a skill first, then I really would have something to offer.
Over the next eight years I have been putting a lot of time into gaining that skill that I could offer others. I think during that time I have been so focused on myself and what I needed to do that I kind of forgot some of the reasons that I was doing all of this school work anyway. I was starting to think that getting a dental degree would enable me more personal attainment and thus more personal happiness. I had somewhat forgotten that a dental degree would enable me more ability to serve others, and in the focus of serving others I could once again experience the peace I had while a missionary. I hardly blame myself for forgetting; eight years of pursuing education trying to make grades, padding your transcript for recommendation letters and instructor brown-nosing will make anybody become a little self-centered.
The Lord blessed me to remember during this trip. I can remember particularly a 12 year old girl where I was overcome with godlike empathy. I had to extract most of (rotten to the gum-line) the adult teeth in a 12 year old girl. Can you imagine that? A girl not even a teenager yet who would have to go through her dating years with no front teeth and missing many of her back teeth? It was very difficult for me emotionally. Even though I was taking her out of pain my removing the rotten teeth, I felt as though I had failed her because I was not able to intervene sooner when the problem was small and I could have saved her teeth. But as difficult as it was, it was so peaceful to spend my waking moments during the day to figure out how I could set goals in life on how I could prevent this for other people.
Prayers during the trip became so much more powerful. It is one thing to pray to God to help you pass tests and such, and I am sure I have been blessed in that regard. The veil truly became thin when I was praying for God to bless my hands because I wanted so much to help these children with dental problems that I felt my skills were inadequate to treat.
I felt the power of these words in my patriarchal blessing on this trip: “You loved your spiritual brothers and sisters with all your heart and the Spirit of Charity is beginning to blossom within your soul at this time”
It is true that I do not have to go to the Philippines to focus and serve those around me, but perhaps I needed to see the shocking state of oral health over there to remind me and teach me things. I am looking forward to setting new goals in my life and I hope these memories will always be fresh with me.
Love, Aragon
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04:41:50 pm on May 18, 2009 |
My childhood was not pretty. I was raised in several “homes” and foster homes. Both my parents were alcoholics…in fact, they met at an AA meeting! Both of them had several failed marriages and relationships which resulted in various children. I have siblings, step-siblings and half-siblings, some of whom I’ve never met, even to this day. Others I was raised with on and off at different times and various circumstances. To say the least…it was a confusing, chaotic, and unstable childhood. Through all the chaos and confusion, there was one consistent thing in my life- that was the AV 1611 King James version of the Holy Bible.My father, (believe it or not) was a southern Baptist preacher! He would preach about the love of Christ and the peace which passeth all understanding, but my father never knew peace, nor did he have a clue about the meaning of the word “love.” (I struggle with the meaning of it myself) As my siblings all turned to drugs, alcohol, sex or insanity as an escape from the torment of our lives, I turned to the Bible. I started memorizing it at an early age. By the time I was 16 years old, I was carrying my Bible with me to school every day and quoting whole chapters. When I was 26 years old, I quoted the first 14 chapters of Matthew on a TV show called,”The Parade Of Miracles”. It was broadcast from a church called The People’s Baptist Church in Corpus Christi, Texas.
I didn’t know Christ or His love, but I wanted to know him. I longed to know him. As I poured over my scriptures, I found reference to Christ in every chapter I could from both the Old and the New Testaments. I wrote poems, read books (many books),about Christ, New Testament times and Old Testament times. As I matured into adulthood, I started “church hopping”, checking out many different churches and religions, each one claiming to have the only truth. Each one claimed that they were the the true church, and with each new church, I came away feeling empty. Finally, after my marriage failed and I started raising my two children alone, I decided to give up on church altogether. Although I could quote scripture better than most preachers I knew, I still lacked an understanding of who Christ was. I knew about him, but I didn’t know him. My problem was 18 inches long. There are 18 inches between your head and your heart. I had Christ’s words in my head, but they had not reached my heart. If I missed Heaven…it was going to be by 18 inches!
Then, one night I happened to see a commercial for a free Book of Mormon, another Testament of Jesus Christ. Wow! It had never occurred to me that the Book of Mormon was a “Testament of Jesus Christ.” I had the Old Testament and the New Testament, what was this? A third Testament? I had never heard of such a thing! Maybe that was the missing piece! I grabbed my phone and dialed the number! When the person on the other end asked if I would like someone to visit me, as well as receive my free copy of the Book of Mormon, I said,” yes!” I had my first visit in February 2004. God bless those missionaries! I sure gave them a run for their money! I knew we were in the “last days”, and the the Bible says,”Yea, let God be true, but every man a liar” (Romans 3:4). I did not trust them; I knew many false prophets would arise in the last days, but I gave them my word that I would not make any decisions until I had read the Book of Mormon.
A funny thing happened as I started reading the Book of Mormon-I recognized my beloved Bible on every page! It didn’t start in First Nephi,either…it started with the introduction to the Book of Mormon and then the testimonies of the witnesses. I recognized God’s numbers, His “set” way of organization; I started pulling out God’s numbers-3,8,12-from the very first pages and I knew that this book was lining up with my Bible. As I read on, I decided that the Book of Mormon was either written by God or by Satan, but it could not have been written by any man! The wisdom was too deep. It lined up too well with the Bible, on so many levels. I knew that it was just not possible for man to have written this book. As I realized this, at first, I feared in my heart that the Book of Mormon was a counterfeit. Was this the strong delusion sent by Satan in the last days that my Bible had warned me about? Were these missionaries the false prophets that I knew would arise in the last days? I was sure in my heart that the Book of Mormon was a supernatural book, but to which end? I also knew that “ol’ smutty face” was a master of imitation and forgery. If anybody could make a “copy” of the Bible, yet twist it, he could! But the missionaries kept telling me to pray about it, and ask God if it was the truth. Satan wouldn’t advise me to ask God about anything! The Bible says in Isaiah 55:11 that God’s word will not return void and it didn’t. I had not memorized all that scripture for naught.
There was only one conclusion I could make about the Book of Mormon. My Bible came back to me and testified to me as I read each page of the Book of Mormon. The Holy Spirit was there too, and so were the missionaries…patiently putting up with my endless questions. I swam through a sea of confusion, but God knew my heart and he guided me back to him. Praise God!!! I’ve finally found the true church of Jesus Christ, and I can testify from my very soul that the Book of Mormon is the truth. It changed my life and it is the final piece to the puzzle of my life. The pieces have come together and I finally have the whole truth. I finally know Christ…REALLY know him, and I have felt his love for REAL this time. I’m home…at last!!!
I was inspired to write this poem during our Stake Conference in November of 2004. I had been reading LDS poetry from a book that I had borrowed from the church library and I had this feeling of frustration that all the LDS poetry that I had read so far kept painting this “rosy” picture of happy childhoods and “goodly” parents and how the heroin’s had to find their own testimonies. I thought to myself, why doesn’t anybody write about not being born into this church, yet finding their testimony? I was thinking these thoughts while listening to Conference when the Lord whispered into my heart…”Why don’t YOU write that poem?” I wrote it that night after Conference.
The Mortal Test
A spirit I was, a mortal to be…
The father came and spoke to me.
You’ve kept, my child, your first estate
and now it’s time to delegate…
A mother to give you mortal birth
a body and a place on Earth.
I know you’d like your mother, “kind”
but I have something else in mind.You see, my child, it’s easy to be
in a holy family that pleases me.
What’s not so easy and takes more grit
is to be placed with parents that are unfit.
A childhood filled with fear and unrest,
you must endure and pass the test.
As you struggle through confusion and pain
Your efforts to find me again will not be in vain.I love you and I’ll guide you back
if you will withstand Satan’s attack.
Your progression greatly will be multiplied
and I’ll be there waiting on the other side…
with rewards beyond you wildest dream
because you took the path extreme.
The Earth will be your proving ground
but Heaven is where you will be crowned.
You will receive rewards so sweet,
just toss them all at Jesus’ feet.You will then be allowed to look upon my face
and once again receive your heavenly mother’s embrace.
I know you can do this, I have no doubt
because you’re a spirit Divine and devout.
I’ve planned this life and task to do
because I have great confidence in you.(1 Corinthians 10:13)
I know God won’t give me anything that I can’t handle…
I just wish He didn’t trust me so much!!!!!