A Conversion Story (Part VII)
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About this time, I was visiting Anna in Indiana. We’d finally convinced her parents to let me come out there and visit, and the first night I was there, she and I sat on her bed as she gave me a copy of the Book of Mormon and the investigators’ Sunday School manual, Gospel Principles. I still remember the first words out of my mouth as I opened the Book of Mormon:
“Who’s this ‘Neffy’ dude?”
After she explained to me that it was actually “Nee-fi” (and that the other dude’s name wasn’t pronounced “mo-ROW-nee”), we read a little and I totally felt the Spirit.
The next eleven days were among the best I could remember, but one of the highlights was definitely when I went to Church with her and saw her little brother—a fourteen-year-old kid—passing the sacrament. I realized then, beyond anything she had told me with words, that Eddie, a kid two years younger than I, held the Priesthood of God. I wanted that. I wanted it bad. For all the wrong reasons. (Don’t worry; I figured it out, eventually.)
Tune in next time for Part VIII!
“And she shall be brought down, and shall speak out of the ground, and her speech shall be low out of the dust; and her voice shall be as of one that hath a familiar spirit, out of the ground, and her speech shall whisper out of the dust” (Isaiah 29:4).
About this time, I was visiting Anna in Indiana. We’d finally convinced her parents to let me come out there and visit, and the first night I was there, she and I sat on her bed as she gave me a copy of the Book of Mormon and the investigators’ Sunday School manual, Gospel Principles. I still remember the first words out of my mouth as I opened the Book of Mormon:
“Who’s this ‘Neffy’ dude?”
After she explained to me that it was actually “Nee-fi” (and that the other dude’s name wasn’t pronounced “mo-ROW-nee”), we read a little and I totally felt the Spirit.
The next eleven days were among the best I could remember, but one of the highlights was definitely when I went to Church with her and saw her little brother—a fourteen-year-old kid—passing the sacrament. I realized then, beyond anything she had told me with words, that Eddie, a kid two years younger than I, held the Priesthood of God. I wanted that. I wanted it bad. For all the wrong reasons. (Don’t worry; I figured it out, eventually.)
Tune in next time for Part VIII!
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