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|Wednesday, June 18th, 2008|
My name is katie faumuina and ive been a proud member of the church of jesus christ of latter day saints all my life!
I feel that this is the only true church on the face of the earth and Im so thankful for it :]
|Wednesday, November 7th, 2007|
I am Latter-Day Saint from Samara, Russia. I am the member of the Church for 12 years. I want to become acquainted with new LDS friends. Please, write in my LJ lirik1980.livejournal.com.
I am interested in literature and computers
|Monday, April 18th, 2005|
HI, i new a couple of latterday saints in my school and got on with them pretty well, i never gave it much more thought than that when a missionary turned up on my sisters doorstep 3 months after i moved in. i had had to leave university as i had just given birth to my son...i did not know at the time i was pregnant so you can imagine the shock i got. i was about to give up hope of ever regaining my confidence and beleif of who i was when the missionaries turned up and convinced me to listen to them. Since i was 3 yrs old i have attended 4 different churches but was never completely happy with any of them, but this church just feels right from my head to my toes. ive had my ups and downs in the past couple of years but comeones always been there to help. i was inactive for about 1yr but just before the new year i got on my knees and prayed for help as i was so ill, the following Sunday i woke up and knew i had to go to church and im enjoying it just as much as ever and i know ill get through anything with a little help. my testimony is now stronger and grows every day as i learn something new. i now know that im the happiest ive ever been and even my family have commented on this change in me and im hoping they will see that the church has helped with this change in me Current Mood: creative
|Tuesday, February 8th, 2005|
|Thursday, November 25th, 2004|
My own testimony...
Hello everyone, I suppose I shall go ahead and introduce myself and share my testimony as well. I'm Kayla, what you would call a normal 16yr old teenager, living in Washington, USA. My mom was raised Seventh-day Adventist, but her and my grandmother became inactive after a few of her brothers were born. My dad never went to a specific church, or any church at all as far as I know, but was raised with his mom teaching christian values and the Bible. As far as I'm concerned, I wasn't really taught anything about God or anything while I was young. I scarcely remember having some bible stories read to me as a child when visiting my mom's mom, and at one point borrowing a Children's Bible from my grandmother, but I don't remember reading much from it. So, for basically my entire life I didn't know much about God, nor did I even think of any of it. The topic never really came up, so it was no big deal.
Then, about two or three years ago, I read a book called "The Sea Wolf" by Jack London. This book posed some interesting theories, but most importantly, it brought up the subject of God and what I believed. As I read and studied this book, however, I very soon become convinced of the pessimistic views of the main character, Wolf Larsen. From this book came beliefs that I shudder to look back at now. I didn't believe in God, and I believed there was no reason for living "except that it was in the nature of life to live". I didn't believe there was any hope in mankind, and that every man was out there for himself, for his own profit. There are many, many journal entries that still exist of my theory of life. Very convincing theories, too. Needless to say, I fell into almost what you would call a deep depression, but I'm not exactly sure I would call it "depression". Very similar, indeed, but not quite the same. Anywho, life was miserable and I allowed it to be for myself. I think I just might have been able to be legally considered insane. Everything was funny to me, in a weird twisted way. The world was a rude, horrible place, life was pointless, and it was hallarious to me that I knew all of this, and nobody else did. It was just funny to see how people clinged to this imagined reason for living, how people leaned so heavily against this crutch- religion. My best friends were all living in part of this fake, distorted world. They were being made a fool of, to believe in their parents teachings. They were being tricked. They were ignorant.
But alas, I was sorely jealous of all of them. I couldn't decide which was better- to live miserably with the truth, or to live a lie in happiness? I had always believed that "ignorance is fatal", but I was beginning to lean towards "ignorance is bliss"... After two years of my beliefs being strengthened, I entered ninth grade and some friendships that changed everything. During my freshman year, I had a class that was basically a pointless one- we did nothing except for some kindergarden drawing work of maps of the state. But that was the class in which I learnt the most in my life. A friend of mine, whom was a very devout Catholic, and I took that class period to discuss religion and the point life, what not. I could go on and on with things we discussed, but to keep this short, these discussion merely strengthened my views on life, as I tore apart her own beliefs. One day, however, another maybe not quite as close a friend of mine joined in on the conversation. She had been listening for the most part to all of our previous discussions, and this time she chirped in with a bit of stuff about her own religion- the Mormon one.
These discussions went on for a few weeks, my mormon friend contributing every once in a while, but mostly watching and listening. Then one day I just broke down. I confessed to them that not-believing took so much from me, that I was miserable with my knowledge (because even though I was miserable, I knew I was still right), and that I would give anything to have been born into a church, or brainwashed into believing in God. I said that it would be better to live their lies than my truth.
The next day my mormon friend brought me something completely random- a Book of Mormon. Now, in truth, when I took this book, I had no intention of believing in it or anything to that sort. I don't think I had even planned on reading it initially. But for some reason or another, I convinced myself to start reading it, "to learn about my friend's beliefs", I had said. As I read, nothing spectacular happened. It was basically just another fiction book... Then I read 2 Nephi 2. That chapter changed my life forever. When I read that chapter I though "there has to be a God. There is just no other way." A few more nights passed and I continued to read the BoM. Then one night I thought back onto something my mormon friend had said to me. She had told me that I could pray to God to know if the book was true, and that He would tell me.
So I did. That night I got on my knees for the first time in my life and asked God whether or not the BoM was true, and whether or not her church was true. That night I recieved such a strong spiritual witness.. I can not explain what I felt. All I can say is that I know that God lives, that His son, Jesus Christ is my saviour. I know that Joseph Smith was a prophet of God, that the Book of Mormon is a true book, and that the Church of Jesus Christ of Latter-Day Saints is the true Church of God. All these things were revealed unto me in that one night. Since then I have had struggles between what I now know and my past beliefs, and I have had more spiritual occurances that have strengthened my new beliefs. Right now I am not a member of the Church, due to family problems with my beliefs, but nothing changes the fact that I know. I Know.
And I say these things in the loving name of Jesus Christ. Amen.
|Wednesday, November 24th, 2004|
My own testimony
My parents divorced when I was two and my mom remarried to who is now my stepdad. My stepfather is the one who brought us into the church. When I was young my mother was often sick so I rarely went to church and I went to my Dad's house every other week. My dad was against the church so I never developed or learned of a testimony as a child. As I grew older I began to walk away from what little I believed in the church. To make it short towards the end of last year I was planning on not going on a mission joining the millitary and marrying the girl I was dating.
It was then that everything fell apart. The war escalated, there was tension at home due to my inactivity, and the girl I was dating cheated and left me. I couldnt understand why everything went wrong. I couldnt see why when I was so happy everything could go so bad so fast.
Then one day my mother went to the church to talk to the bishop to get a temple reccomend. I sat in the car alone and thought to myself about everything not really reaching a conclusion. Then we drove to the other church so she could meet with the Stake President. I sat in that car as the sun set and looked at the sky and clouds. Then somehow the cd player got turned on I dont remember if I did it or not all I remember is the song that played. It was one of my moms church Cd's. The song struck me as if resounding into my soul. Never in my life had I felt in such a way such a desire to pray.
I prayed that day for the first time in 5 years. Then for the first time in such a long time that I could scarecly remember how long I felt the spirit. It brought such a warmth to me. When I had finished praying I opened my eyes and through the tears the world was changed. I saw things diffrently in a way that I cannot describe. It was then I realized that the happiness I sought wasnt real happiness. That my wickidness never was happiness. It is true I know it because I suffered having to experiance it to know such.
I have become fully active in the church since. I have been ordainded a priest and am planning on serving a full time mission. I know that Joseph Smith was a prophet of God that this church is the restored church of god. That apostles do walk this earth. That Jesus Christ lives and that he suffered and sacrificed himself for us.
I say these things in the name of Jesus Christ amen.
|Tuesday, November 23rd, 2004|
Hi, my name is Dibe. I thought I'd share my testimony.
So, the last 2 years, things that were good in my life, went wrong, my grandmother was diagnosed with fatal cancer, a year later, I find out my other grandmother is diagnosed with the same thing, my grandfather dies of cancer, and I nearly die and was hospitalized for 2 weeks, and on oxygen for 3 months afterward. Since then, after missing so much school, I'm still trying to catch up. But I was okay with it, because I was okay with Heavenly Father. Then all of a sudden, or maybe it was gradual, I lost most of my faith. I doubted, and I started doing really stupid things like cutting myself and starving myself. Dumb things like that. Then about a week ago, I lost it, my teachers had been accusing me of being suicidal, they'd seen the cuts on my arms, and my mother found out and so my bishop found out, and I freaked out. So I prayed, to be honest, I didn't feel anything extraordinary, but I felt... suddenly, like I wasn't alone. I felt as if someone wrapped their arms around me and just held me. Which was something I'd needed for a long time. I still have a ways to go, but I feel, put back together, and I feel like, no matter where I go, Christ and Heavenly Father will hold my hand the entire way. Current Mood: content
|Monday, November 22nd, 2004|
The First Entry
As Moderator I guess I should be the one to make the first entry. I really hope this community is succesfull. Please share your testimonies or stories which have inspired you. Spread the word to your friends. I hope that this community will become really active.