Why I chose to be a Latter-day Saint: And not a Mormon


I still remember the smell of the chapel as I sat down five years ago. It was a scent l I hadn’t smelled before–a scent that I’ve since gotten used to. The walls were bare except for some paintings of Christ and people I didn’t recognize and I wondered briefly where the crosses were. I…

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It isn’t a sin to get mad at God

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Here I sit in the early morning light and my whole house is still asleep except for me. There is a decorative pumpkin already on the coffee table and a candle that smells like cinnamon. And every now and then a chill creeps in through the open window and reminds me that it’s that time…

You aren’t “saved”

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Originally posted on 8ways2:
“I’m a nurse.”  Well actually that’s a lie.  I’m in the process of becoming a nurse. “I’m saved.”  That’s also a lie.  I’m in the process of becoming saved. I’ve heard people say to me “I’m saved” as if their judgment is already set in stone.  This devalues Jesus Christ who…

The worth of an addict

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“Just don’t show my face”. He said it almost immediately, before I even knew this would be much of a story. But it’s a story that needed to be told, with or without his picture. I’m an addict. This is Jay’s story. The addiction started when he was just fifteen. And so did the dreams. Dreams…

8ways2: Be a missionary without realizing it


Originally posted on 8ways2:
Sweat dripped down my temples as I walked under the blazing African sun, 10,000 miles away from home.  I reached into my back pocket, grabbed my handkerchief and patted my forehead dry.  Elder Mohale and I guessed the temperature as we walked to our next appointment. The humidity and heat was all worth it because we…


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