One evening I was walking with my schoolmates and
friends from school. We met two fine
young men and they asked us if we could listen to them. My friends started making funs of them,
{some} calling them confusors of the world, others calling them Mormons. It was my first time to meet them and I
wanted to know more about them and what they do. My friends never wanted me to talk to them. They said, “Francis, don’t waste your time
with them. We know more about them… much
more than you. I asked them to tell me
things that they knew about them. They
said, “they are homosexuals, they drink blood, they sacrifice people, and they
don’t believe in Jesus Christ.
Being my first time I resisted. I felt something telling me to talk to
them. My friends assured me if I talk to
them they will be walking with me no more, even {not} sharing with me anything at
school. It was challenging by that time. I knew I had my freedom to choose, so I
decided to talk to {the} missionaries because it was my first time to meet
them. I wanted to know more about their
church. They asked if I could have time
for them to come and share their special message with the family. I said, “Even now, before my family
members.” We sat along side of the road
and was shared the first lesson. I felt
strong in the spirit in this lesson.
Before even I prayed about their message, I knew that it was true.
{For the} Second lesson they came over to our
home. Being the first lesson {at my home} in my
community I faced with opposition from people and other churches leaders. They told my parents of the evils of that
church. My parents, more so my dad was
very angry with me. They told me that I
should stop meeting with them. It was
hard for me to decide. I went on my
knees. I prayed to my Heavenly Father
and still I felt the same Spirit. I
remembered how I felt on the first visit.
I knew I needed to continue meeting with them at the church.
I used to walk six kilometers to church for other
lessons because I knew I needed to be baptized a member of the church. Christmas day came. I was denied food, clothes, and gifts at
home. I felt lonely on that day but I
was so strong with my decision of being baptized. I was dispursed by people, {they} made fun of
me, I lost friends but I remained with the missionaries and church members as
my friends. Having a high position in my
former church as a young men leader and assistant head of finances, many people
did not believe that I could leave their church. It was one of the most difficult decisions I
have ever made in my life.
Elders prepared me to be baptized but I needed to
ask permission from my parents. I knew
they could (would) not allow me to be baptized.
Elders encouraged me to first pray before I could ask them. I prayed and in the morning I asked
them. My dad answered, “You have your
agency.” I was excited and happy from
that day. I knew that God answers
prayers that He lives and that my decision was right. The Elders interviewed me for baptism and I
invited my family members to attend. Dad
said, “We will only attend one time but not always.” I knew that one visit would create a
difference. On 20th of April
2011 I was baptized a member of The Church of Jesus Christ of Latter day
Saints. And on the 27th of April confirmed. Even on that day my brothers and sisters
attended with me.
My baptism changed me
both spiritually and physically. I
started sharing my testimonies about the restored gospel with them. I explained the Book of Mormon to them and my
sister accepted to be baptized and my mum also.
My other sister was baptized and finally I baptized my father also. All family members joined the church and it
made my testimony strong and my desire to share with other people even to serve
a full time mission. I started sharing
with community members and many accepted the Restored Gospel and even I {have} baptized
twenty three families and countless individuals. I learned that whenever we make right choices
things always harden and sometimes we may feel like giving up but as we hold on
and be strong we always receive blessings.
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