In the summer of 2002, when I was 15 years old, I went on a family vacation to Utah. While there, we toured Temple Square and other Mormon Church sites in Salt Lake City. Later that fall, at the start of my 9th grade year, I befriended a Mormon girl named Mallory. She gave me a copy of the Book of Mormon.
I read the book over and over and prayed about it, just like the book asks an investigator to do (Moroni 10:3-5). I had a testimony of the Book of Mormon for nine months. I dug deeper into the teachings of the Church of Jesus Christ of Latter-day Saints, and I wanted to become a member of the Church. I believed in its doctrines with all my heart, I prayed to the Heavenly Father in the name of Jesus Christ, and I believed in everything that the LDS Church taught.
This continued for nine months, completely hidden from the knowledge of my parents. Finally, I had a series of dreams in the Spring of 2003 when God revealed to me the truth of His Word, (the Bible), and that Mormonism was false for several reasons. One of the reasons was that I could not trust Joseph Smith. I could not trust the true (and widely hidden) history of the Mormon Church. I researched all I could find on the LDS Church and I found so much incriminating evidence that the LDS Church was false that I had such a deep depression because I could not trust the church I had loved and believed was the only true church in existence in these last days. The disappointment was very deep and heavy. But the assurance I found in Jesus Christ was much deeper and better than the crushing disappointment I felt with Mormonism being false. After all, I had to love the truth more than I hated the falsehood. If it was the other way around, I would be bitter.
I renounced Mormonism and all of its teachings on June 27, 2003, and gave my life to Jesus Christ while on a youth group trip in Indiana. God has given me such a heart to reach out to Mormons. Why? Because I was there. I believed what Mormons believe. I was there. I was two weeks away from being baptized into the Mormon Church, but God changed my life around instead. I now know that the Lord brought me through my trials because I would not be who I am today without going through what I went through.
I am currently writing a book called Almost a Mormon, which is my personal journey out of almost becoming a Mormon.
My life can be summed up as: almost a Mormon, always a Christian.
The love that God showed me cannot be described with words. I would fall short even beginning to explain…
God is that good.