When I was very young, my mother was always at home; and on special occasions, my brother and I could stay up and greet our father when he came home from the paper mill. My brother and I would wait for our father to come through the door, reeking of the awful smell of the paper mill, and then run away, laughing and giggling. Our father got a laugh out of this as he put down his briefcase and unlatched…
One of my friends (a crazy, energetic girl who showed me what living for Christ really meant) used to have this little, interesting thing she did. There were many fascinating sides of the world she helped me see, and what I am about to tell you was just beautiful. She told me that she always wanted to focus on the optimistic, inspiring parts of the Bible but not take away or ignore the Bible as a whole, because―you know―God is…
Two nights before I wrote this, I had a strong prompting to write something in praise of The Book of Remembrance, telling people how it is wrong according so many doctrines of different denominations, but how it is not actually wrong at all in reference to God and His Glory and Desire for our happiness and futures.
Mormonism has kept my interest pretty well with the worldview altering ideas and theology.
We all have a story. And this is one reason I went looking for God outside of main stream Christianity. You see, my first memories are of attending a Presbyterian church while studying at a Catholic school. Then, my family moved to a Methodist church and I studied at a Southern Baptist school. I converted to Mormonism later is my life, after a brief stint with Atheism.