I’m not a shining example of “Good Mormon.”
I’ve struggled with pornography most of my adult life.
I’ve lied countless times. I don’t want people thinking bad things about me.
I’ve been inactive in the Church for most of my adult life.
It would be easier to just leave the Church completely.
But I don’t.
I know it’s true.
Turning my back on the Church would be like turning my back on myself.
When I was twenty-four I hadn’t gone to church for several years.
I felt like I needed to go back. I was afraid to talk to a bishop. Afraid to confess my sins.
I decided to take some religion classes. I could get some spirituality in my life without any pressure.
After about six months I decided to go to church.
I only went for Sacrament meeting. I didn’t go in the chapel. I sat out in the foyer and listened.
After a few months I had my records transferred to that ward.
I started sitting in the chapel during Sacrament meeting.
Eventually I started going to all the meetings.
Then one day in priesthood meeting one of the other guys told me a group of guys were going to see a movie together. He asked if I’d like to come.
I got spooked.
I didn’t go back to church for awhile.
I slowly started going again, eventually going to all the meetings.
Then one Sunday it happened.
Just before Sacrament the Bishop’s Secretary came up to me. He asked if I could see the Bishop after the meeting.
This was it.
The Bishop had just wanted to meet me. I spilled my guts anyway.
I felt so much better afterward.
I started meeting with him every week.
At that point I decided I’d better find out for myself if the Church was really true.
I’d believed it was for years. I was never quite sure, though.
I’d been reading the Book of Mormon on and off for several months.
I’d never finished the whole thing.
I decided now was the time.
I finished it. Then I prayed about it.
I got a feeling I’d never felt before.
I knew it was true.
I still do.