Wednesday, January 18, 2012

Day 33.

Why did I become a member of the Church of Jesus Christ of Latter-Day Saints? I've been asked this a few times by friends and family and my answer always remains the same but the length of my answer always changes because I have grown within the church and I have learned so much and my testimony has grown as well. It may seem like I'm back tracking in my blogs but it's never bad to talk about my decision to join the church.
In the beginning of my freshmen year of college I took a class called principles of writing. Our first paper was to be a personal narrative and I wrote about my baptismal experience. Though I have left quite a few details out, I would like to share with you the paper I wrote about my baptism a month after it happened:


"Maren Schultz
Principles of Writing 101-05
K. Buckert
9/18/2010

“Would you like to meet with the missionaries?” He asked me, sitting in the front seat of my car. Marshal and I had only been dating almost a month at that point. I had always been interested in world cultures and religions and this seemed like a good opportunity to find out more about his. I had recently learned that Marshal was a part of the Church of Jesus Christ of Latter Day Saints. I had heard many rumors about this religion and was eager to satisfy my curiosities about them. Marshal quickly picked up his phone and called Elder Daw and Elder Harrell. We met with them later that week and they told me a story about a young boy named Joseph Smith. He was searching for the right church to belong to back in the 1800’s. At that time, there were nearly 18 different churches in his small area. You could understand how he would easily be confused. Joseph, one day, went behind his house into the grove. He kneeled down in the grass and prayed to Heavenly Father about which he should join. A pillar of light shone onto Joseph. Heavenly Father and His son appeared, “This is My Beloved Son. Hear Him,” Heavenly Father said to him. He revealed that Joseph was to restore His church. Joseph Smith obeyed Heavenly Father that day and the Church of Jesus Christ of Latter Day Saints was initiated. 
            After hearing that story I thought in my head, “Wow, I am kind of like Joseph.” I had been searching for the right church for years. My past had consisted of drug and alcohol abuse which had caused me to forget who Heavenly Father was. I had gotten so frustrated trying to figure out in which faith I was supposed to invest. I had decided to take another path and it was not one that God wanted me to be on. I had made friends with people that I will never forget. I felt a part of something.
 Before the missionaries left, they offered me a Book of Mormon to read. I happily accepted their gift and after our visit, I thanked them and Marshal and I got to talking about the meeting. “I love it!” I said as he smiled at me. “This is great. I would like to meet with them again!” As we continued to meet with the missionaries, I felt more and more like this religion was what I’d been searching for, for years! I felt the truth and the passion. Marshal kept inviting them over and eventually we went to a church meeting. Though very different than what I was accustomed to, I felt welcomed and special, something I had never felt before. As weeks went by, we kept meeting with the missionaries on regular occasions. Marshal and I started to read the Book of Mormon together and pray regularly.  One evening baptism was brought up in conversation. Marshal looked at me and said, “Honey, it’s up to you. I don’t want you to make this decision for me. I want you to make it because you want to.” I replied to him without hesitation, “This is what I want to do.” He was delighted and so were the missionaries. We quickly started to discuss dates and who would be a part of my ceremony. With all plans set, I grew more and more excited! I had never made this decision for myself before. My parents of course weren’t too thrilled and neither were my friends. They pleaded and begged against my baptism. I was hurt to find out that neither my parents nor my friends wanted to be there. I didn’t have anyone supporting me other than Marshal and the church. They didn’t understand why I wanted to convert to the Church of Jesus Christ of Latter Day Saints and even after much explaining they were still set in their ways. My father was United Methodist and my mother was previously Catholic but converted to Presbyterian. I couldn’t grasp how they could both have their own religions and be baptized and confirmed in those but when I came to discover my calling, they opposed it. All I could do was pray. I prayed a lot that week. I had read a passage in the Bible that said, “If any of you lacks wisdom, he should ask God, who gives generously to all without finding fault, and it will be given to him.” God spoke to me. I knew everything was going to be alright.
The day of my baptism quickly approached and I was jumping out of my skin with anticipation. We met with the missionaries one last time the night before I was to be baptized. We talked about my feelings, picked out a robe, and talked about how the ceremony would go. That night, Marshal and I were so excited that we practiced the baptism in his pool. We must have looked silly because of how many times he dipped me in. Marshal, the next day, was going to be ordained a higher level of the priesthood so he could baptize me. I can’t even begin to explain my feelings. I was anxious. I was really hoping my parents and my friends would be there for me. The next day, we attended church. Everyone was so delighted to hear about my baptism and I was growing more nervous than before! I kept thinking, “Will my friends and family even show up to support me?” My friends and I had a rough month together. We were fighting about my decision and I had prayed for them in hopes Heavenly Father would open their minds. The time had finally come. I changed into the white ceremonial robe and approached the doors of the chapel. As I stood there with Marshal, I saw my father walking towards me. Surprised, I wrapped my arms around him, thanking him for coming. Later on, my mother also arrived. I was very happy to see that even though they didn’t support my decision that they respected it enough to come be with me the day of my baptism however, my friends had not shown. I was a little disappointed but just knowing that my parents were there and that Marshal was always by my side made me forget about how bad I felt. The ceremony began. I was so nervous and happy that I could not stop smiling. Marshal sat on my left side, squeezing my hand with excitement. The appointed speaker spoke about Baptism and its importance and then the time came, when I was to be immersed in water, just like Jesus Christ was and many others before and after Him. The doors opened to the baptismal font and there were many people in the room. At the time it felt like it was just me, Marshal and God. Marshal blessed me and then dipped me back into the water. As I came up, I remembered the oaths and vows I had made to Heavenly Father. We had previously joked with the missionaries that I would be sinless for a couple seconds until the thought of being sinless entered my mind. My pure, sinless state lasted just as long but I felt awesome! I was renewed. I quickly changed and entered back into the chapel, Marshal at hand. The ceremony ended and I thanked everyone for coming. “So, how do you feel now?” I heard several church members ask. Searching for the right words to say, in hopes of satisfying all their questions and expectations, I quietly said, “Very good. I am glad that I made the right decision.”
Heavenly Father and his son have changed my life. I know that this church is true. I know that Jesus is my savior and I know that this is where Heavenly Father wants me to be. "

In my paper I left out the details of Heavenly Father's, the Holy Spirit's and Jesus Christ's work in me. I have been made into a new person by these powers. No matter where you come from, who you are, what you've done, who you've done them to we can ALL repent and be baptized in the name of Jesus Christ. There is not one thing that Heavenly Father will not forgive if we truly repent in the way that we are supposed to. I am more than happy that I made the decision to become a part of Christ's church. I cannot explain to you in detail what my feelings were in making my decision but after I prayer much about it, Heavenly Father spoke to me confirming that my decision was correct. All we have to do is ask of God. James 1:5 tells us, "If any of you lack wisdom, let him ask of God, that giveth to all men liberally, and upbraideth not; and it shall be given him." If you're unsure, pray to God, ask Him what you're unsure about. Be dilligent and seek knowledge in His word. He will answer you.
I say all these things in the name of Jesus Christ. Amen.

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