My Spiritual Witness (Part 2)

My journey to find faith in God and a testimony of the truthfulness of the Book of Mormon and its prophet translator continues.

A few years later, also in high school, I began to think about the church I was a part of. How my thoughts started I don't really recall. Some might say it was just a random thought others would say it was planted there by being known to many as the root of all evil, the father of all lies, or Satan. My thought was "Am I in the right place? Do I believe? Could any of these rules that I am following REALLY make a difference or could I do whatever I want and it not make a difference in the end anyway?" Thats what I thought for quite some time.

I think a lot, if not most people, who are members would say at this point that they read the Book of Mormon and prayed. Thats not what I did, I continued to think that same question every so often for what seemed to me was weeks.

Luckily my parents were faithful members and had me go to church were I would at least sit quietly and text my friends. During one of these church meetings were I was not paying attention to the speaker is were I finally got the answer to my question.

It was a typical Sunday we went to church and sat down. After serving sacrament, or communion, the chosen speaker got up and began to recite his well prepared speech on the subject that was given to him. I did not pay much attention, as I often did, to the speaker or what he had to say. He ended his talk and instead of sitting back down he walked over to the piano that was behind him and sat down. This caught my attention, I wondered what he was going play. As he began to play I remembered the tune from my days as a little child in primary. It wasn't an ordinary tune out of the song book as the familiar tune drew to a close he began to play another familiar primary song. this continued through a few songs, all of which I new from primary.

As I listened and sang the songs quietly to myself a strange feeling came over me. This feeling was definitely heavenly, it was from God. It wasn't a voice or a feeling like lighting or thunder. it was just a quiet, warm feeling that could have only been felt if you were listening. The feeling said to me "You already know the answer to your question. You were taught the answers from your youth."

In conclusion, I realized that I needed to be a member of the Church of Jesus Christ of Latter-Day Saints. Because I felt God wanted me to be there.