Walking with Christ

That CHURCH is WRONG!

If I tell you I'm a Latter-Day-Saint, would you still listen to the words I say?

If I tell you I'm a Latter-Day-Saint, would you exclude me, thinking I'm only here to convert you?

If I tell you I'm a Latter-Day-Saint, would you accept me as the same full-fledge Christian as you are?

If I say I believe in the same God, Jesus Christ, and Holy Spirit you believe in; would you believe me?

What if I say I'm a member of the church of Jesus Christ of Latter-Day-Saints, would that change our friendship and the way you look at me?

Would you, too, think I'm in a 'cult' or the church I'm in is complete blasphemy just because of the Book of Mormon?

I'm not sure what your answer is, but I am a memberof the Church of Jesus Christ of Latter-Day-Saints. Last year on November 19, 2017, I've decided to get baptized in the church of Jesus Christ of Latter Day Saints. Some may say I'm an 'idiot' or that I've made a wrong choice. All I have to say is I put my whole heart and trust in God before taking the steps to get baptize in the Church.

If you know me, I was born in a Christian household. My father is, in fact, a pastor. I know the Bible and I live for the words of God. I was always pretty skeptical about the Book of Mormon. Before moving out for college, I told myself I will never be a "Mormon" because their church is WRONG and I know my TRUTH! My truth was God, Jesus Christ, and the Holy Spirit!

Little did I know, the path that awaits me ahead would shock me. Now, here I am, typing and expressing myself to my beautiful readers. Why did I, a pastor's kid, decided to become a member of the church?

Because I trust God and I know He will never lead me in the wrong path.

Before even thinking of getting baptized, I've prayed and fast. I was so confused because I felt a familiar burning sensation in my heart when the Elders (Mormon Missionaries) came over to teach the gospel. Why would I feel the same Holy Spirit I felt whenever I prayed or read the Bible? The Holy Spirit I know that is of God.  Why would I feel it, especially with these 'Mormon cult looking people." As you can tell, I was so LOST. Million and millions of questions popped in my head and I wanted God to answer them right then and there. I mean, come on God!? God needs to answer me, because this whole thing was making me so confused with where I stand church-wise.

I legit felt like a lost sheep who knows its Shepard but doesn't know which barn to choose from. I then decided maybe there was more to the eyes than what it sees. Maybe the church my family and I attend wasn't right? Or maybe I'm just a physco chick who misread the feelings I felt when the Elders prayed for me? But, I knew I couldn't deny the feeling I felt because I knew it too well. It was indeed the Holy Spirit, the same one I felt at my church and when I have my personal time with Heavenly Father.

As days passed on, I grew weary. I stopped reading the scriptures and I was angry with God. I was doing so good, until I felt that confusing feeling that made me doubt every little thing. Like usual, patience was the key to every answer. Ugh! I hated every moment of it lol. Seriously. I am not very patient, so each minute I was begging God to hustle up and spill the beans. I needed to know and I need my answer now.

Until one unexpected day, I broke down and wept. I hated how I drew away from God. I hated who I became because God wasn't giving me an answer. I vented and vented my whole soul and heart out to God. I told him my honest feelings and my worries and all the confusions I felt with both churches. Then a few days passed, the Holy Spirit confirmed to me and I received an answer I knew I couldn't deny. I honestly felt like I wasn't prepared for the blunt answer from God. I felt like God was like, "Here you go since you keep blabbing on about an answer," and ploop! There goes an answer God knew I wasn't ready to accept, yet I kept begging God to show me.

Now the next step was the most scariest part— taking action. But, was I ready for it? No! I was scared! My dad was a pastor and I knew my family would be shocked to hear the news. I might even lose some loved ones because of this conversion. Not only that, I know I would be targeted because I was going to be the "Mormon."

I've seen it and I knew how people treated them. I, in fact, didn't like them very much too because of my misconceptions about the Church. I was afraid of what the future held and how I would react when people shoved the Bible in my face and tell me the Book of Mormon is false doctrine.

I cried because I knew what I was going to lose. Was I ready to make the sacrifice? What if everything was just the devil's work? Doubt came back and I stumbled again. I cried, prayed, and fast until my heart and mind knew that the feelings and answers I've received was from God.

I knew it was true. I felt the Holy Spirit so strong, I couldn't possibly deny it. My heart, mind, and mouth couldn't even doubt it.

And, that's when I decided to get baptized. Like I said before, I put my whole heart and trust in God. His promises never fails, therefore he will never lead me to the wrong path.

I know my Savior Jesus Christ truly lives. I now know and believe that Joseph Smith is a prophet just like how Abraham, Moses, and all of the prophets were.

If you truly want to know the truth, seek for it. Ask God and he will reveal according to his time.

Everyone has their own testimony and truths they've learned from God. This is mine.

The road of learning how to fully trust in God's plan even if you're not sure of the outcome.