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I was raised a Methodist and at times was very active in the Methodist church. I taught Sunday School, Vacation Bible School, and at one time was the Superintendent of Sunday School at one of the Methodist Churches in Vallejo, California. The Methodist church is not a World Church in the sense that the LDS Church is. When you move from town to town, you have to go church hunting to find a branch of the Methodist church that you feel comfortable with. Then you join that branch. In some cases you have to take lessons from the Minister before you can become a full member of that particular Methodist Church. I also found that the doctrines taught in any particular Methodist Church depend a large part on the views of the local Minister. When I got out of the Navy in 1977, we moved to Santa Clara, Ca. After we had been there a couple months, we started to feel that we should get involved with a church so the kids could be raised in a better way. The church hunting began. At first we went to a couple of Methodist churches, but were either turned off by their immediate pleas for money, or their ability to totally ignore our existence. So we started to look at other denominations. I don't remember all of the different ones we looked at, but there were several. My job took me to Salt Lake City about one week out of very four. The first couple times there I was able to ignore the LDS existence. Finally on one trip I was walking past the visitors center, on my way to dinner, and noticed a sign that read 'visitors welcome'. I'm not sure why, but I went in to see what it was all about. I remember purposely avoiding the tour groups because I didn't want to hear all of their propaganda. I just wandered around for a while looking at all of the plaques and pictures. I was finding it all quite interesting, and amazed that I had not heard more about this church. Eventually I went down to the lower level where they had the thirteen Articles of Faith displayed on thirteen separate plaques. As I stood there reading these plaques, a feeling of amazement came over me. I couldn't believe that someone had finally written down, in such plain English, the beliefs that I had. I said to myself "I really believe this stuff". While I was reading the last plaque, a man walked up to me and introduced himself as Ray Johnson. He was a tour guide and wanted to know if I had any questions. I introduced myself and told him that I was a non-religious Christian. I believed in Christ, but I could not believe in any of the churches I had looked at so far. These words must have sounded golden to Ray. Ray took me aside and one-on-one showed me the displays and exhibits in the visitors center. It was as if he knew I did not want to get involved in any of the canned tours that were taking place. I remember a great feeling of rightness as we sat through the one on Family Home Evenings. I left that night with a copy of the Book of Mormon and several Missionary tracts. I also had filled out a postcard asking the missionaries in the Santa Clara area to come and teach me more about the church. I never did get any dinner. I remember being so excited when I got back to the motel room that I couldn't sleep. I started reading the Book of Mormon that very night. It was as if I had always known that this was right but had forgotten about it. I have reflected on this experience in later life, and am amazed at the timing of Ray's approach. It was almost as if it were on cue. It supports my theory that there are Angels surrounding us and prompting us to do things at exactly the right moment. All we have to do is be listening to them. When I arrived home my wife had a little less enthusiasm for having missionaries in the house. She had the impression that becoming a Mormon would mean she would have to start wearing long black dresses and I would need to grow a beard. I told her that Mormons were normal people and to just read the missionary tracts and underline anything that she felt was not right. I was actually surprised when I found that she had read the tracts and had actually underlined some things to ask the missionaries. A few weeks later the missionaries came to our door. The timing was perfect. Cindy was gone shopping and the missionaries and I were able to talk openly. Then when they were about ready to leave and wanted to set up an appointment for a time to come back, Cindy came home. We visited for a few moments and then set up an appoint for the next week to have them teach us the first discussion. Cindy was still not real sure she wanted to do this. What an experience that first discussion was. Tears were in our eyes as the two young Elders (Elder Bill Jenkins and Elder Scot Cima) sat across from us and taught us the true Gospel of Jesus Christ. I felt I knew a lot about Christianity but these guys made me feel like I was a little child. I was even more amazed when I learned later that Elder Cima had only got off the plane from the Mission Training Center that very afternoon. We were his very first field contacts. Now I understand why he was so nervous. I remember sitting on the couch one night and was pondering over how good it felt when the Elders were in our house. While I was sitting there, my wife asked me "Have you ever noticed how different it feels when the missionaries are here?" I told her that I had. About an hour later I told her that I thought the missionaries were here. I could feel that feeling that we were talking about. I got up and went to the door. The Elders were just walking up the front sidewalk. It was an awesome experience. After two months of lessons and study we decided that it was time to get baptized. I remember the night well that we made the commitment. It was April 12, 1978. The Elders had just taught us the Word of Wisdom and challenged us to Baptism. When we agreed, the Elders decided that our house needed to be purged of all items contrary to the Word of Wisdom. It was really fun. We went through all the cupboards and the refrigerator. We stacked everything on the counter by the garbage disposal and then started pouring it all out. Down went coffee, cokes, beer, tea etc. Then one of the Elders looked at me and asked for my cigarettes. I handed them over and the Elder asked if I would like a blessing to help me quit smoking. I said yes. I haven't had a cigarette since that time. I had been struggling with smoking for some time and this time it was so easy. The blessing was a miracle. The Elders called me at work three or four times the next day to check up on my progress. I thought it was really thoughtful of them to do this. They showed true love and concern for me. Now that we had made the commitment some interesting things happened. I was at work one day and got a phone call from my wife. She was crying and said that maybe we were making a mistake. I went home to find we had gotten some magazine articles about Mormons in the mail from some friends. I called the missionaries and told them to come over and to bring the Mormon Doctrine. The amazing part is that we seldom ever heard from these friends, but they had somehow found out that we were investigating the Church of Jesus Christ of Latter-Day Saints.. We went through the articles one at a time and found the truth on all points. It didn't take long to see the author of the article was either lying or very uninformed. The Elders were really great about it all. They took as much time as we needed and answered every one of our questions. We were baptized on April 22, 1978. At our baptism the Elders gave me my pack of cigarettes back. They had mounted it on a plaque and wrote a short verse about the strength it takes to give up the pleasures of today for greater blessing in the future.

@CapturingChrist Sounds like you asked ai to write you a fake story about Joseph Smith LOL

Did you know that an angel appeared to Joseph Smith 3 times commanding him to engage in polygamy? The final visit, the angel wielded a sword and said Joseph would be struck down if he didn't do it. Why haven't you heard this? Because Joseph Smith never told the public about it.

The little girl asked if I could be her daddy until she dies... but I refused. ​I refused because "until she dies" wasn't nearly long enough. ​Seven years old. Stage four. Abandoned in room 432. When I walked in—58 years old, covered in ink, beard to my chest, and smelling like exhaust—I was just a stranger with a picture book. But when she looked at me through those tubes and asked, "Will you be my daddy until I die?" the world stopped. ​I told her I’d probably mess it up. She told me I could practice on her. ​The "experts" gave her six months. They didn't account for the Defenders Motorcycle Club. They didn't account for 25 Harleys roaring into a hospital parking lot with stuffed animals strapped to the sissy bars. They didn't account for a rough old biker humming Johnny Cash while a dying girl slept on his chest. ​The doctors call it "significant regression." They say they can't explain why the tumors shrank. ​I can. It’s been eight years since that day. Amara didn't die. She grew up. Today, she’s fifteen, cancer-free, and wears a leather vest that says "Daddy’s Girl" while she rides on the back of my bike. ​I didn't become her father until she died. I became her father for life. ​Because some things aren't measured in months. Some things are forever. ​#KindnessMatters #BikersAgainstChildAbuse #Miracles #DaddysGirl #HeartTouching #Legacy

@davidHenkel20 @j_divis Yes everyone is so sad in that video that they’re all smiling.

@j_divis So sad how the LDS force their children to indoctrination camps. Missions are some of the worst abuse in my humble opinion that can be forced on a young adult. 2 years for guys and a year in a half for women. Limited contact with the outside world (once a week)

This is cool!!!

@LatterDayDrPepr @jthecarnivore @Wendys

I did it, taking @jthecarnivore lead. I’m not on the road much, but today’s lunch stop was @Wendys for 3ea doublestacks w/cheese and mustard. $10.15 Very tasty and I’ll be satiated until late this evening.

@MattTestifies Yeah, sometimes I’ll just get a random idea for a meme, or a feeling that I should post something today. Small things like that :))

If you’re speaking in church on Mothers Day I beg you: 1. don’t dunk on men in an effort to elevate women. 2. Don’t shy away from the glorious calling of motherhood in an attempt to spare the feelings of some. EVERYONE has a mother and every righteous woman will have the opportunity to be a mother eventually. 3. Remember that Christ should be the center of EVERY sacrament meeting talk, Mothers Day is no exception. P.S. All of these apply to Fathers Day.

This is my mother on my wedding day. Look at how much she loved me. My life meant more to her than the trauma of the rape that produced me. She told me that the minute she held me after I was born, the trauma was gone forever and replaced by the love she felt for me. We went on to give her 2 granddaughters and 3 great grandsons. Her love left a legacy of a continuing family. Please don't abort your future happiness. No baby deserves a death sentence.

@Local_man2479 Felt. Don’t delete everything tho. I always regret doing that. Just take a long break, and go back to the steps of repentance. Cause the only thing we can change is ourselves. 🫶🥰

The urge to delete all my social media accounts, disappear from everywhere is likely what I’m going to do soon. I’m in a state where nobody really understands me. My mind is blown. ✌️

I normally don’t like to do this but I could really use some prayers this week. I received some bad news and got laid off a job I have worked at for five years.

@joyinbecomingp1 So sorry! Will pray for you!

Feels EXACTLY like this:

I’m not which is more disturbing: the comment, or the dude that liked it.

I had abortions at 19 and 24, and a child in between. One was my choice, one wasn’t. At the time, I had reasons, but those reasons eventually turned into regret, regardless. I think about those children often, who they might have been, and how my daughter might have had siblings. Even now, she feels that absence. Looking back, those choices feel like the most self-serving decisions I’ve ever made. Even the one I didn’t want, I went through with it to please the family of someone I loved, hoping they’d accept me. I pray for forgiveness, even though I don’t feel I deserve it, and if it ever comes, I believe it’s only through God’s grace. The truth is, I always knew what I believed was right, I just wasn’t strong or faithful enough to follow it.

@TruthHolder2023 @SenorVito9 I always say “the Church of Jesus Christ” and they have no idea what I’m saying. So then I bring up “Mormons” and they get it. I say both so people can learn what we’d like to be called. I don’t think we should be so harsh with the name. We should teach people.

Those who refuse to call the Church of Jesus Christ of Latter-day Saints by its proper name fall into a few different categories: Members who refuse - 1) not following the prophet, 2) being too lazy to say or type the full name. Non-members who refuse - 1) may not know what the correct name of the church is, 2) refuse to use it out of spite, 3) refuse to use it because that would be an admission that it is the Church of Jesus Christ in these latter-days.

@jefe_tweets HAHA so true!!

@ThrillaRilla369 Yeah

To the women who are on this app im going to ask again, be honest If you could stay home, raise babies and run a cozy homemaker life.. Would you??