Sunday, August 15, 2010

My Spiritual Witness (Part One)


I thought I might share the story of my conversion this week.

I grew up in a loving home that did there very best to teach me the principles of the gospel of Jesus Christ. I grew up in the church I went to primary and young men and a almost all the Wednesday night activities but it still didn't really sink in. Kind of amazing if you think about it how could someone be active in a church and still not know anything about the gospel of Jesus Christ??

It wasn't a HUGE event with a flashing, neon, Vegas style sign that gave me a "testimony". It was actually a series of small events over a period of about 5 or so years that accumulated in what we in the Mormon church call a testimony.

My first real spiritual experience was in high school during a particularly rough time. My grades were not so good and my parents were worried, I was lost. Luckily my parents made me go to an early morning seminary class before school started. One morning after one of these amazingly early spiritual classes we were all leaving out the door and on the chalkboard was really good chalk drawing of the savior with his arms out stretched with the scripture "Come unto me all ya that labor and are heavy laden and I will give you rest"


The peace and comfort that came over me was amazing. I knew that God and Jesus Christ were both there for me every step of the way.

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