I didn’t know what I didn’t know.
Before I get to how we joined the Church, I must go back to yesteryear and talk about my first experience on my own with a church.
Some of my friends in high school were talking about going to church and I was kind of eavesdropping over time and finally ask them which church they were going to because we had three different churches in Leslie.
It was the methodist Church and they asked me to come with them. So I rode my bike five miles into town Sunday morning to meet them there. After 3 or 4 Sundays the Minster asked me if I wanted to be baptized and I said sure.
Well I had to take some lessons first. So I came in a half an hour early for three weeks for the lessons. The first lesson was about the prophets of the old testament. I raised my hand and asked if there was a prophet now and he said no. I said don’t we need a prophet now and he said no, now be quiet and let me finish the lesson. The last lesson was about the need for baptism and that’s when I found out that if I wasn’t baptized I would not go to heaven but to hell when I died.
I was very careful riding my bike on the way home where I asked dad if mom had been baptized and he said he didn’t think so. Come to think of it, that may be why my mom came to my room to visit me after she passed away. She said: “don't worry about me, I’m fine”.
Then winter came and I didn’t want to ride my bike to town in the cold and lost the habit of going to church.
The next time we meet I will talk about how we became members of the Church of Jesus Christ of Latter Day Saints.
I’m glad we know the truth now. You have really good mama!
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