A Sure Foundation
Recently, I was asked "Why have you stayed true to the church?" The church in reference is The Church of Jesus Christ of Latter Day Saints. After a moments reflection, the answer was clear in my mind. I explained that for me, it wasn't a single event that was overwhelming and powerful in its conversion glory, but rather it was a handful of quiet experiences where a belief was exchanged for a sure knowledge. A knowledge that was pure and came directly from heaven, so clear that it could not be misunderstood. That knowledge then became fused with my heart, a bond and an anchor to the heavens, one in which I could never go against without knowing I would be going against God. I can clearly remember the day and place of each quiet affirmation. Since that time, whenever I begin to slack or become lazy in my outward acts of devotion, it is these sacred moments that I reflect on and that always bring me back to where I need to be. They truly have become a foundation whereupon my faith can be built and rebuilt, time and time again, as I live this mortal journey.