The Church Of Jesus Christ Of Latter Day Saints

1372 Words Sep 24th, 2016 6 Pages
It was always a long, tedious drive back to my house in the heart of downtown from my parent’s cozy, but lonely home just a half hour away, smack dab in the middle of no man’s land. That day it felt much longer. The unusual thing about that particular drive home was that there wasn’t a whole lot of traffic. There weren’t any accidents. No trains to put a sudden halt in my route home. There was nothing that could make my drive that day any more boring than it already was. There was nothing out of the ordinary. I wasn’t at all prepared for what was about to happen next.

I have always been a member of The Church of Jesus Christ of Latter Day Saints. Since the day I was born, I was raised in a Mormon home. However, my parent’s were not as strict as a lot of other Mormon parents that you hear about. Nonetheless, they were very faithful in the church, and did everything they could to teach and raise their children in the gospel of Jesus Christ. I participated in every church program available to me. Primary, Achievement Days, Young Women’s, Girls Camp, Personal Progress, EFY, I did it all. But somehow, I never quite felt the same devoted love for the gospel or the church that my parents felt. To me, the gospel was something we did, not something we lived. I struggled with my testimony all my life, and after a horrible experience with the Young Women’s program, I made the decision to leave the church once I turned eighteen. I knew I had to wait until then because of…
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