Showing posts with label Conversion Stories. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Conversion Stories. Show all posts

Tuesday, July 1, 2025

Decisions and Miracles: And Now I See

 

Decisions and Miracles: And Now I See

An original recording of this discourse is available at churchhistorianspress.org 

(recording courtesy BYU Women’s Conference)

to hear the talk by Irina, click here


Brigham Young University Women’s Conference

N. Eldon Tanner Building, 

Brigham Young University, 

Provo, Utah

April 27, 2000


Irina Kratzer. 2017. Kratzer moved from Siberia to Utah, studied English and passed the U.S. medical board exams, joined the church, and married a man with three children in the space of a year (starting July 1997). She spoke at BYU Women’s Conference in April 2000. 


Irina Valentinovna Kratzer (b. 1965) spent her first seven years in Kazan, Russia, with her physician parents, Minareta Kotova and Valentin Kotov. The family then moved to Barnaul, Siberia, where Kratzer went to medical school and became a cardiologist. Kratzer married a surgeon and had one daughter, Anastasia Davydova. Medicine was not a lucrative field; months would go by when the hospital did not distribute paychecks. After divorcing her abusive husband in 1996, Kratzer reported feeling exhausted and hopeless as she worked extra night shifts trying to support her mother and daughter on low wages. Sometimes Kratzer’s patients brought her thank-you gifts of milk or foodstuffs. She and her mother also grew food at her parents’ dacha, a small country house three hours away by bus and tram. Kratzer had been raised in a robustly atheist environment and did not believe in God. Nevertheless, one night she ventured a request: “All right, God, if you’re there, just let me know, because you probably don’t even care about me. Who am I to you, a little thing here trying to survive?”

A few weeks later, in August 1996, Kratzer met a man who would introduce her to the church and help her travel to the United States to study English. In the United States, Kratzer not only had to learn medical terminology in a second language, but she had to learn new technologies and different approaches to medicine. She took an exam preparation course and studied twelve hours a day for three months for the first of her four board exams; she was the only member of her class to pass the first exam. Eight months after her arrival in Utah, in April 1998, Irina married Tay Kratzer. Tay had three young children at the time of their marriage. Anastasia, Kratzer’s daughter, had stayed with her grandmother in Siberia, and the day after their wedding, the Kratzers filed the paperwork to bring Anastasia to Utah.

Following her marriage, Kratzer decided to discontinue the practice of medicine. She was a teacher in an Orem, Utah, Relief Society when she was invited to speak at the Brigham Young University Women’s Conference. Her husband helped her to edit the language in the following talk, which she wrote in English.

There was a time in my life when I was touched by love and the light of Christ. My life has since changed forever.


I know how it is to live without the gospel. I lived that way for thirty years. I was born in Russia of goodly parents. They gave me tender love and care and an opportunity to have a good education. They did their best for me to be happy. For most of my life, I lived in Siberia. When I grew up, I got married and gave birth to a lovely baby girl. Soon I successfully graduated from the university and got a job I really liked. And yet, regardless of everything, I was far from being happy.


From the beginning, my marriage did not seem to work and gradually fell apart. Economic situations in Russia were getting worse every day. I was hardly able to provide simple food for my daughter and me. I sinned. I made one wrong choice after another. Hunger, depression, and poor decisions made my life miserable. I was blaming bad fortune, not realizing that in many ways I was suffering the natural consequences of my sins. But how could I know that? Sin did not exist according to what I had been taught. Let me explain.


Religion in Russia was prohibited after the Communist Revolution in 1917. I was taught from kindergarten that there is no such thing as God and that only the Communist Party and Grandpa Lenin could bring happiness to the Russian people. Religious people were badly persecuted in our society. Believers lost their jobs, were not allowed to go to school, and were labeled “crazy.” Everybody was required to take atheism classes at the university, where we proved that God does not exist. Although over time socialism in our country collapsed, and communist ideology proved to be not viable, atheism still lived in people’s minds. It had deep roots in my mind also. I just did not think of God. Yet I felt pain in my heart about my poor choices. Later I would learn that the pain I felt was the Light of Christ giving me a sense of conscience to tell right from wrong. But society opposed my feelings of pain. In other people’s eyes, I was not doing anything particularly bad.


Elder M. Russell Ballard said: “The standards of the world have shifted like the sands of a wind-blown desert. That which was once unheard of or unacceptable is now commonplace.” That’s how I lived. If there is no God, there is no sin; if there is no sin, it is absolutely up to you what you do with your life. Enjoy it. Take advantage of it. Because when you are gone, everything else will be gone also.


In the Book of Mormon, I have read about this same philosophy taught by the anti-Christ, Korihor: there is “no atonement made for the sins of men, but every man fare[s] in this life according to the management of the creature; therefore every man prosper[s] according to his genius, and … every man conquer[s] according to his strength; and whatsoever a man [does is] no crime.”


This philosophy appealed to me at first, but after a while, life seemed to me like a dark tunnel with only the grave at the end. I felt I was slowly dying. It is written in the scriptures that men are to have joy. We came to this earth with the instinct to seek happiness, no matter where we live—in Russia, Africa, or blessed America. I did not know how to pray, so I dreamed. I am a big dreamer. I dreamed that one day I would run away from everything miserable in my life and would start again from the beginning—happy and bright. I wanted so much for my daughter to have a better life than I did. I dreamed about America. Somehow Russian people, and probably many other people in the world, associate America with a good life, success, and happiness.


Even when we do not know God’s ways, he knows our hearts and listens to our dreams. One day a retired American doctor came to visit my city in Siberia. His name was Dr. Woodmansee, and he was a Mormon from Utah. All I’d heard about Mormons was that they did not drink tea and coffee, and that seemed strange. I was assigned to show Dr. Woodmansee around the hospital where I worked. At the end of our fifteen-minute visit he asked me, “Would you come to America to continue your education if I helped you?” Later he told me that in coming to Russia he never planned to make such an offer, but he followed a sudden prompting of the Spirit.


After that, for ten long months I corresponded with Dr. Woodmansee as we arranged for my coming to America. His acquaintance, Brother Ray Beckett, helped us communicate through the Internet and proved to be the best LDS missionary I’ve ever known. Very often he shared his testimony with me. In one of his letters he promised me that my coming to America would change my life forever. He saw God’s hand in what was going on in my life. He also arranged to send my documents through the church mail system, so that I could pick them up at the Novosibirsk mission office in Siberia. That’s how I met the LDS missionaries, who gave me a Book of Mormon. I was not interested in reading this book and put it somewhere on the shelf. During my next visit to the Novosibirsk mission home, I was given an Ensign. I was trying to learn English at that time, so I was very glad to receive such a present. It would help me in my English studies. The first article I read was about how the Book of Mormon had changed the lives of so many people, bringing them happiness and peace. These stories intrigued me and I decided to look closer into this book.


That is how the Book of Mormon came into my life. I read one chapter every morning before I went to work. Reading this book, I learned that God lives, that Jesus is his Son, and that he came to this earth to help sinners like me. The more I read this book, the more I saw the gap between the teachings of Christ and the way I lived. I learned that was why my life was so miserable. I felt pain and I had a great desire to change.


In 1997, President Thomas S. Monson said: “The decision to change one’s life and come unto Christ is, perhaps, the most important decision of mortality. Such a dramatic change is taking place daily throughout the world.” At this time in my life, I received a new vision and understanding of life and could no longer live the way I had before. I was ready for a dramatic change. I will always remember the night in Russia when I cried the whole night through, realizing that my life was not good, that my poor decisions had hurt people I loved the most. It was the most painful experience of my life. I sobbed and pled the whole night, “Lord, please, help me!” By the end of the night I was exhausted and had no more tears. When the first morning light broke through, peace and relief came to me. I heard the words: “Here is my hand. I will lead you and guide you. But you have to promise me that you will change.” And I did; I promised. I wanted this guidance and help more than anything else.


Alma the Younger related a similar experience to his son Helaman:

But I was racked with eternal torment, for my soul was harrowed up to the greatest degree and racked with all my sins.

Yea, I did remember all my sins and iniquities, … and that I had not kept his holy commandments. …

And … while I was harrowed up by the memory of my many sins, behold, I remembered also to have heard my father prophesy unto the people concerning the coming of one Jesus Christ, a Son of God, to atone for the sins of the world.

Now, as my mind caught hold upon this thought, I cried within my heart: O Jesus, thou Son of God, have mercy on me, who am in the gall of bitterness, and am encircled about by the everlasting chains of death.

And now, behold, when I thought this, I could remember my pains no more; yea, I was harrowed up by the memory of my sins no more.

And oh, what joy, and what marvelous light I did behold; yea, my soul was filled with joy as exceeding as was my pain!

Yea, I say unto you, my son, that there could be nothing so exquisite and so bitter as were my pains. Yea, and again I say unto you, my son, that on the other hand, there can be nothing so exquisite and sweet as was my joy.

I did not know, on that painful and joyous night in Russia, how great Christ’s promises are. I did not know then that in just a little while I would travel to America where I would learn more about the gospel, and I would soon be baptized. I did not know that in less than a year from that eventful night, I would marry a wonderful man with three beautiful little children, a man who is so precious to my heart now, and with whom I want to live forever. I did not know that my daughter would come to America to join us in happiness with our newly formed family. Oh, I did not know then how great his promises are.


Now I know how much every soul is important to God. For me to get baptized, he took me out of cold Siberia and put me in sunny Utah to warm up my heart with friendly and kind people. He gave me so many miracles that I did not have even a little chance to doubt his divine hand in my life. I agree with President Monson. The decision to get baptized was the most important decision in my life, and my conversion was the biggest miracle for me.


But what about after my baptism? Do miracles still happen? Yes, they do! The fact that I no longer live with pain but with joy is the miracle that I have now daily. Like everybody else, I have my up and down days, but I have found true happiness on this earth. I was looking for it for thirty years, but I searched in all the wrong places, following the directions of the world and not knowing the Spirit.


Many other miracles, small and great, have come about in my life. And what matters most is what I have learned from them. First, I have learned that almost every miracle I have experienced since my baptism has come as a result of prayer and effort. God requires effort and faith on our part. Second, I have learned that the faith and testimony we gain require constant nourishment. Daily scripture study helps us to do that. Without effort on our part, our testimonies will fade, and the feelings of joy will fade also. If we don’t go forward, we will go back. The third lesson I learned was that to receive daily miracles, we need to ask for them and then recognize them when they come. We recognize them not only to thank God, but to bring to our own awareness the ways in which God has blessed us. This process builds further faith.


Now in my dreams and in my letters, I return to Russia, to my friends, to people I love, and ask them: “Do you know who you are? Do you know where you come from? Please, listen. Listen to what I’ve learned.” The fire burns in my soul day and night. The fire of joy, the fire of love, the fire of gratitude. And I cannot be still. I need to tell the whole world what I know now. Once I was blind, and now I see. Once I lived in darkness, and now I live in the brightest light.


Walk with Christ! Hold onto his hand! Feast upon his word. Drink in his light with your every pore, with all your soul. In times of hardships, you won’t be left in a dark tunnel but in the light of his love with brighter light always ahead of you.


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Monday, July 29, 2024

The Amazing Vision and Conversion of Benjamin Benson.

 Click Here  for post on Instagram where they explain this same letter copied below  -  from account The Legend of Zelph

Of which they took their info from this website:
The Joseph Smith Paper


Dear Brother in the Lord, Having reflected on the short interview we had last evening respecting the dream (or vision as you may think proper to term it) and as you stated several times that you should like to have it wrote so that you could take it home with you to , I therefore consent to give a statement in as short a manner as I can, without going into every minute circumstance. To wit.—
In the year 1795, I then being in the Town of Pompey, County of Onondagua and State of New York; I then being 22 years old; seeing and viewing the ancient Indian Forts and trates thereof through that part of the Country; my mind was anxiously led to contemplate and reflect on where those Indians came from, or from what race of People they sprang from, and oftentimes heard it stated that these Indians were natives of this Continent, and that they were created and placed here at the creation of the world. Then said I the Bible cannot be true, for it (The Bible) says that all the human family sprang from Adam &c, and that at the time of the flood, the whole earth was covered with water, and that all flesh died, except what were in the ark with Noah, then with things taking place, and I firmly believing that the Bible was true, my heart’s desire was to God in solemn prayer to know where and what race of people these Indians sprang from, It was made known (whether by dream or vision I will leave that for you, to judge) An  as I thought came to me and said, Come along with me and I was immediately on a beast like a horse, and the angel at my left hand with his feet about the same height that my feet were as I sat on the horse, and in this position was conveyed to near the place where the record was deposited and he said stop here, and the angel went about 4 or 5 Rods and took in his hand a book, and on his return to where I stood, as I thought there were many stood with me; One said, what book is that? and the answer was, it is a bible a bible, the word of God, a record of a people that came from Jerusalem, the fore fathers of these Indians, And it also contains a record of a people that came from the Tower of Babel at the time the Lord confounded the language and scattered the people into all the world, and it the Book Ether; and then with great anxiety of heart I asked if I might have the book, and answer was that it was not the Lords time then, but it should come, “and you shall see it,” and then said look, and as I looked, I beheld a man standing as I thought at a distance of two hundred yards, and the angel said “there is the Man that the Lord hath appointed &c, and he is not yet born.” I have related it in short, as I have not time now to give a full detail of all that I had a view of. Yours with respect.
November 12th 1837
Joseph Smith Jr.
N. B At some further time if the Lord will I will be more full if you should wish it. I shall direct this to you as a letter and you can act your Judgement in either keeping it to yourself or publishing it by making use of my name. [p. 51]

Saturday, March 16, 2024

The Visitor

by Ken Merrell

When I was 18, as I was preparing to serve a mission, my bishop called me to teach the Sunbeams. I had never before learned to love others more than myself until I had served those children in such a simple assignment. With time and patience I learned how to keep those seven children in their seats and listening to a simple lesson.

One day I invited Mike to come to church and sit in my class. Mike was my age but had stopped attending church completely by the time he was 12. We had remained friends over the years as I had served as the deacons quorum president, the teachers quorum president, and first assistant to the bishop in the priests quorum. He had been the topic of many fellowshipping discussions and was often part of my prayers as the years had passed. Once in a while Mike would accept my invitations to come to an activity. It always surprised me when he did, so I kept inviting him.

At that time, Mike had long, black hair and a beard. His complexion was dark and pleasant. I don’t remember when I invited him to my Primary class, but one day he showed up.

“Class, I would like to introduce you to my friend Mike,” is how I began my lesson. “He is visiting us today.”

Mike sat next to me in front. The children sat in a semicircle with their eyes fixed on him. They were much quieter than usual. I was about five or six minutes into the lesson when one little boy got up from his chair and walked across the room and stood directly in front of my friend. The boy paused for a moment and then climbed onto his lap. I continued with the lesson as I watched the two of them from the corner of my eye.

The boy sat looking into Mike’s face. Mike was quite uncomfortable but did not interrupt the lesson or turn the boy away. The other children watched the two of them for a few minutes.

Then one of the girls climbed off her seat and approached Mike. I was intently interested in seeing how Mike would react and did not want to instruct the two children to return to their seats. The girl stood with her hand on Mike’s knee looking into his face.

Then it happened. The boy on Mike’s lap reached up with both hands and turned Mike’s face directly to his. I stopped my lesson to see what was about to unfold.

With the innocence of a child, he said to Mike, “Are you Jesus?”

The look on Mike’s face was total surprise. It seemed, as I glanced at the children’s faces, they all had the same question on their minds.

Mike looked at me as if to say, Help, what do I say?

I stepped in. “No, this is not Jesus. This is His brother.”

Mike looked at me as if in shock.

Then without hesitation the boy in Mike’s lap reached up and wrapped his arms around Mike’s neck. “I can tell,” the boy said as he hugged Mike.

The rest of the children smiled and nodded in agreement as their simple question was answered. Mike blinked back the tears in response to the love he felt from this small Sunbeam. The lesson went on, but that day the teacher who taught the most was a three-year-old child.

Mike spent more than a year getting ready to serve a mission. It thrilled me to learn that he left for the mission field a few months before I returned. I still think of the scripture in Matthew 18:5
“And whoso shall receive one such little child in my name receiveth me.”

Find original story HERE
May 2000 - The New Era

On Instagram Page find.christ   -  Video of him telling the same story above

Monday, April 19, 2021

My Oldest Friend

It’s been five days since the walk when my good friend told me about the boy who gave his farewell in her ward last Sunday.
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The one who had been asked to speak on his relationship with Christ.
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He said writing the talk was hard for him because he had so many personal stories to choose from.
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“Jesus is my oldest friend,” he explained.
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My heart almost beat right out of my chest when she told me that.
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I knew exactly what that boy was talking about, but I’ve never described it quite like that.
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And now the phrase won’t leave my thoughts.
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I remember Him showing up that day after my grandpa died and I sat on the curb of the playground at recess and wondered why all of the other kids were so happy.
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I was seven.
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He was there.
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And when I was twelve and the girls who had always been my friends told me I wasn’t cut out for the popular crowd and I walked home from the bus stop alone, He was there then too.
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At seventeen, when I left everything behind for a cause He called me into, at nineteen when I was the loneliest I have ever been, at twenty-six when the sky came crashing down.
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Still there.
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When I was diagnosed with my second melanoma and I was so sick for days, and weeks, and months, and I wondered if I would ever be whole again.
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When I lost my dear friend to cancer.
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When doubt and discouragement and failure overwhelmed.
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In every single one of those moments, He was there.
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Constant. Steady. Sure.
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The One who kept me from falling.
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An ever present help in times of trouble.
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The giver of grace.
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Jesus.
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For me, to live, is Christ.
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I don’t know where I would be without Him.
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To that boy who put into words what my heart has known but lacked a description for...thank you from the depths of my heart.
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In two years from now I can’t wait to hear about the stories you will share about your oldest friend who will surely accompany you on this upcoming journey.
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I am certain you will not travel alone.
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Thanks for reminding me that none of us do.
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Today I want to spend sacred time remembering Him.
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The One who has been there through it all.
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My oldest friend.



Emily Belle Freeman, post from facebook

Wednesday, January 13, 2016

Incredible LDS Conversion of a Librarian at the Vatican

Imagine working as a librarian at the Vatican and coming across an ancient text talking about eternal marriage, written by some of Jesus’ Disciples. Here’s the incredible LDS conversion story of a Vatican Librarian.                                 Enjoy the video!

Tuesday, February 12, 2013

The Bill Carpenter Conversion Story

You’ll want to take some time to listen to this wonderful conversion story. 
It is so awesome.  It’s about an hour, but well worth it.

I have this on my ipod and listened to it last night for the first time.  

I found it on youtube, so you could also enjoy this talk.

Here's the whole story in one video with pictures while he talks





In Spanish -
The youtube video (below) is talking in English and the video part is the same talk subtitled into Spanish (you have to read it for the spanish speaking).

Maybe you might want to make this a FHE activity and just listen . . . 
  
This really is one incredibly awesome conversion story.  
You will be glad you took the time to listen.


Bill Carpenter Conversion Story Part 1


Bill Carpenter Conversion Story Part 2


Bill Carpenter Conversion Story Part 3



Bill Carpenter Conversion Story Part 4


Bill Carpenter Conversion Story Part 5


Sunday, February 3, 2013

Do we really know what we have?


(As written by LDS Missionary Scott Anderson in his journal.)

We had an unexpected moment in the mission field. We knocked on a door and a lady said something to us we had never heard, 'Come in.' Now remember, I was a German missionary. This never happened to us; no one ever invited us in. My companion said, 'Do you know who we are?'


'You want to talk about religion, don't you?' she said.


'Yes, we do', replied my companion.


'Oh, come in. I've been watching you walk around the neighborhood. I'm so excited to have you here. Please come into my study.' We went in and seated ourselves and she sat down behind the desk. She looked at us with a smile, then pointed to three PHD degrees hanging over her head. One is in Theology, the study of religion, one in Philosophy, the study of ideas, and one in European History specializing in Christianity. She then rubbed her hands together and said, 'Do you see this row of books here?' We looked at a well-arranged row of books. She then said, 'I wrote them all. I'm the Theology professor at the University of Munich. I've been doing this for 41 years. I love to talk about religion. What would you like to discuss?'


My inspired companion said we'd like to talk about the Book of Mormon.
She said, 'I don't know anything about the Book of Mormon.'
He said, 'I know.'


Twenty minutes later we walked out of the room. We had handed her a Book of Mormon and this trade off that we had been on was over. I didn't see this lady again for another eight and a half weeks. It was in a small room filled with people (when I saw her again), as she was standing in the front dressed in white. This Theology professor at the University of Munich was well known throughout Southern Germany. She stood up in front of this small congregation of people and said, 'Before I'm baptized I'd like to tell you my feelings. In Amos chapter 8:11 it says there will be a famine of the work of God. I've been in that famine for 76 years. Why do you think I have three PHD degrees? I've been hungering for truth and have been unable to find it. Then eight and one-half weeks ago, two boys walked into my home. I want you to know these boys are very nice and wonderful young men, but they didn't convert me. They couldn't; they don't know enough.' And then she smiled and said, 'but since the day they walked in my door I have read the Book of Mormon, the Doctrine and Covenants, the Pearl of Great Price, all of Talmage's great writings, Evidence and Reconciliations by John A. Widtsoe and 22 other volumes of church doctrine.'


She then said something which I think is a challenge for every one of us here. She said, _'I don't think you members know what you have.'_ Then in her quiet, powerful way, she said, 'After those years of studying philosophy, I picked up the D&C and read a few verses that answered some of the greatest questions of Aristotle and Socrates! When I read those verses, I wept for four hours.' Then she said again, 'I don't think you members know what you have. Don't you understand the world is in a famine? Don't you know we are starving for what you have? I am like a starving person being led to a feast. And over these eight and one-half weeks I have been able to feast in a way I have never known to be possible.'


Her powerful message and her challenging question were then ended with her favorite scripture, 'For you don't see the truth can make you free.' She said, 'these missionaries don't just carry membership in the church in their hands, they hold in their hands the power to make the atonement of Jesus Christ full force in my life. Today I'm going into the water and I'm going to make a covenant with Christ for the first time with proper authority. I've wanted to do this all my life.'


None of us will forget the day that she was baptized. When she got finished being baptized, she got back out and before she received the Holy Ghost, she stood and said, 'Now I would like to talk about the Holy Ghost for a while.' She then gave us a wonderful talk about the gift of the Holy Ghost.


(Later in Elder Anderson's journal) 

Two young missionaries, both relatively new, (one had been out about five months, the other three weeks) accidentally knocked on the door of the seminary in Reagansburg. One hundred twenty-five-wonderful men were studying to become priests inside. They didn't realize this was the door they had knocked on because it looked like any other door. They were invited in. In somewhat of a panic, the man said, 'I am sorry we just don't have time right now.' The two missionaries were relieved, but then he said, 'Would you come back next Tuesday and spend two hours addressing all 125 of our group and answer questions about your church?' They agreed that they would, and ran down the road screaming.

They made a phone call to the mission president and cried for help. The mission president called us and said, 'Do you think that dear lady that you have just brought into the church would like to come help these two missionaries with this assignment?' I called her to explain what was to happen, and she said, 'more than I would like to eat, more than I would like to sleep, more than . . . '
I said, 'Fine, you don't have to explain.'


We drove her to the seminary and as we went in, she grabbed the two missionaries that had originally been invited, put her arms around them and said, 'you are wonderful, young men. Would each of you spend about two minutes bearing your testimony and then sit down and be quiet please?'


They were grateful for their assignment. They bore their testimony and then seated themselves. Then she got up and said, 'For the next 30 minutes I would like to talk to you about historical apostasy.' She knew every date and fact. She had a PHD in this. She talked about everything that had been taken away from the great teachings the Savior had given, mostly organizational, in the first part of her talk. Then the next 45 minutes were doctrinal. She gave every point of doctrinal changes, when it happened and what had changed. By the time she was done, she looked at them and said, 'In 1820 a boy walked into a grove of trees. He had been in a famine just like I have been. He knelt to pray, because he was hungry just like I have been. He saw God the Father and His Son. I know that is hard for you to believe that they could be two separate beings, but I know they are.'


*She shared scriptures that showed that they were and then said, 'I would like to talk about historical restoration of truth.' She then, point by point, dates by date, from the Doctrine and Covenants put back the organizational structure of Christ's church. The last 20 minutes of her talk were absolutely brilliant. She doctrinally put the truth back in place, point by point, principle by principle. When she finished this profound talk, she said, 'I have been in a famine as talked about in Amos. You know that because last year I was here teaching you.' For the first time, we realized that she was their Theology professor. She continued by saying, 'Last year when I was teaching you, I told you that I was still in a famine. I have been led to a feast. I invite you to come.' She finished with her testimony and sat down. What happened next was hard for me to understand. These 125 sincere, wonderful men stood and for the next seven minutes, gave a standing ovation.

By the time four minutes had gone by I was crying. I remember standing and looking into their eyes and seeing the tears in their eyes too. I wondered why they were applauding after the message she had given. I asked many of them later. They said, 'to hear someone so unashamed of the truth, to hear someone teaching with such power, to hear someone who finally has conviction.'


The truth is what can set us free . . . 


Do we really know what we have? _

AWESOME Missionary Testimony


I want to share a testimony that I received from a missionary that is currently serving in one of the Mexican missions from 2010. 

Last night we had the best zone meeting that I've ever been in; it was super spiritual and I could see and feel that every word that the zone leaders said in their closing remarks was spoken with power and authority from God.  It was a moment that brought my mind back to Nephi's words upon recording Christ's ministry in the plates, in that the words were so powerful that they could not be recorded. 

But the Spirit I felt was absolutely incredible, especially as Elder Arnett was testifying of the truthfulness of the Book of Mormon and of the story of him having received his witness and testimony of it.  We were each challenged to go home that night, read a passage of the Book of Mormon that we liked, read ''Moroni's Promise'', think about what we would include in our prayer to receive a witness of the Book of Mormon through the Spirit, and then pray.  I was planning to go right to the Promise and go from there, but my hands automatically pulled to where I left off reading, in Mormon 5.  Upon reading the chapter heading, I was amazed to see that the chapter talks of the Book of Mormon coming forth to be a witness of Christ and so read those passages.  The feeling I received was really neat then, but nothing compared to when I prayed.  Even though I was fighting off sleep during the prayer I offered up, I felt a small shock inside and then a huge peace upon waiting to receive an answer.  This morning I prayed to receive the same witness, the same feeling again, and it was like a bubble of peace expanded and then exploded outward inside of me.  I can not tell you all how much my testimony of the Book of Mormon has grown through what occured in the junta last night and my search for the witness by the Spirit.