Why I'm Here

You know all those naps I talk about? I don’t really get to take them all the often, but boy-oh-boy did I have one today. It was glorious, but has caused me to get a little behind in my writing. I have several topics but not enough time. Yesterday I told the Elders my conversion story, again. They really enjoyed that so I will relate that story to you guys (again?) Since we believe in a pre-mortal existence the story should start at birth. I knew, before being born, what was right and wrong, what my Heavenly Father wanted me to do. I’m not going to start my story that far back. I don’t really have that much time. (I’m also working on that as a “page”) I’m going to start right about a year ago.

One normal evening I was sitting in my apartment watching a movie and playing around on Facebook. I noticed that one of my Bruddah’s step-kids had posted something to the effect of “OMG, why did my step-dad let the HOT missionaries come in our house today?” Hmm, why did he? I lived right across the street from him so I decided to go check it out. I walked over, went straight in and was introduced to Elder B and Elder W. I sat down and lit up a cigarette. (I was kind of a punk.) We went through some small talk, you know, the usual. What do you do for a living? How old are you? Are you Religious? I told them I wasn’t religious and that was that. Only temporal things for us to talk about. They turned out to be two normal guys. I was satisfied that no funny business was going on and decided to head back to my place. I told them goodbye and they said “If you need anything, like us to move something, just let us know. And, we won’t even try to convert you.” I said okay and headed back home.

I visited with my Bruddah a few times, trying to see what these guys were about. I had questions and he was able to answer a bunch of them. What about their magic underwear? Don’t they only believe that 144,00 people are going to Heaven? How many wives do these guys have? The more I asked the more normal they sounded. Elder W’s birthday was a few days after that and Bruddah decided to barbecue for him. The had a birthday cake for him, and bought him a tie. I decided to go over and with him a happy birthday, but didn’t stay for dinner. (I had some drinkin to do) Plus, I just had to tell someone that my Bruddah, of all people, was having a birthday party for a Mormon Missionary. Nobody was really that impressed. Over the next couple of weeks I was introduced to the Book of Mormon and a few other lessons. Within a few more weeks I had quit drinking and smoking. (Not before they saw me at my finest) I think it took about two months, from first meeting them to finally becoming baptized. There’s a lot more to it than this. I will relate that to you guys later.

For by grace are ye saved through faith; and that not of yourselves: it is the gift of God: ~ Ephesians 2: 8

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