Why I am a Mormon When I was seventeen I had given up on finding a religion that would make me feel the same Spirit I had felt when I read the Bible. I had read the Bible three times through, cover to cover, by that time in my life, but I had completely given up. I had stopped reading the Bible and I had stopped looking for a religion. One day a friend invited me over to his house to finish off his dad's liquor supply, because his dad was out of town. The next day was Sunday, Easter, and he had a girl friend who he said was "speaking" in Church. She was a "Mormon" and he wanted to drag me along. Reluctantly I went. At Church I was forced to put out my cigar as I walked into the chapel and I mostly hung out in the halls. An old couple, to whom my friend owed a favor convinced my friend to drag me over to their house that evening. They were "missionaries". He pled with me to go with him to visit the old couple's house. I resisted; but I finally gave into his pleading. At the old couple's house they explained some things about the "Mormon" faith, I politely, impatiently listened, waiting for the first opportunity to make my escape. Then they showed us a film strip that talked about an aspect of the Bible that I had had important questions about. The film showed the conditions of mankind after death. While I was sitting there, watching the clunky filmstrip, that old feeling that I had had while reading the Bible years before rested on me. Only it came with greater power and intensity that I had ever before experienced. The power, warmth, love and peace surpassed anything that I had ever known or of which I could have ever concieved. In an instant, I knew beyond a shadow of a doubt that what I was being told was true. I, a seventeen year old macho guy, was crying like a baby and I couldn't stop. It was true, God lived, and he was somehow connected to this strange religion. I could not, nor would I have any desire to deny this. I eventually joined that Church!
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