I, like many members
of the Reorganized Church of Jesus Christ of Latter Day Saints, was brought up
in the Church. I was baptized when I was
ten or eleven years of age, but I was not interested in Church, even though I
was raised in a Christian home. After
graduating from high school and spending two years in the Army, I went the way
of the world.
In 1975, my wife
became interested in my Church and she finally got me interested again. That is when my soul caught fire for the
Lord. I began to pray and study a great
deal. Reading the Book of Mormon became
most important to me. I could not get
enough of it, and I could hardly wait to return home each night to read more.
The whole book came
alive for me. As I read, I lived
everything, seeming to be there as it took place.
I saw Nephi,
sword-in-hand, as he pled with the angel, not wanting to kill Laban. I was there when the people arrived in the
Promised Land and thanked God for their safe arrival. I saw how they fortified their cities and prepared
for battle. When the Anti-Nephi-Lehi
people buried their swords and vowed never to take them up again, I helped them
bury the weapons. I was allowed to see
Jesus descend from heaven to minister to those who were left after the terrible
darkness and destruction. The peace and
love that followed was so good – but then Satan came again. The total destruction of the Nephite people
was an awful sight to see.
I know that the Book of
Mormon is true, every word, for I was there!
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