One day while Richard was at work; I got out one of the papers he had brought home for me to read. It had a picture of a Christian missionary family who had given their lives (not just two years) to serve God. They gave their testimony about their love and gratitude for Jesus, thanking Him for saving their souls. Their love for the Saviour was so real and genuine. My heart longed to know this Jesus whom they were speaking about. I did not know Him as I only knew of a Jesus who was my brother and example, and I could be just as good as him if I tried. As a Mormon, I never gave my worship and adoration to the Lord. All of my love and devotion went to Joseph Smith and the Mormon church. But now I wanted to know this Jesus who could save my soul.
