This is going to be my story on how and why did I become a Mormon. I always wanted to write about this. It's just that I get more excited with other things that's why they appear more on this site. I think I won't be able to recall everything, though, but I'll try.My investigation started in year 2001. In Mormonism or under The Church of Jesus Christ of Latter-Day Saints, people who are interested in knowing the gospel are called investigators.
Anyway, I went to Hong Kong to teach after four years in college. During that time, I have relatives working as domestic helpers there. Through one of them, I was able to land a private tutorial job.
To get books and visuals for my students, my boss referred me to the Hong Kong Library in Causeway Bay. So I did some visit to that place until I got used to it. I started spending my free days in the library, looking for novels to read, and using the free internet access to communicate with friends in the Philippines.One December morning, I met a fellow pinay in the facade of the building while we were on the queue. She talked to me about her church very near the library and invited me to come and attend the service. I had an appointment that day, but for some reason, I was able to go to their meetinghouse and met several members and missionaries. That same day, I was able to listen to their teachings and take home an English copy of the Book of Mormon.
At first, I was not serious about going there and investigating. My interest to listen and be a part of their church pushed me to. They made me evaluate myself, realize a lot of things, repent of my sins, and activate my spiritual life. It was an indescribable happiness during my baptism!From then on, I lived a more peaceful life. I was thanking God every now and then. Prayer and reading the gospel became a part of my routine. I smiled a lot more, didn't worry much about the world, and was not even afraid of dying.
After a short while, I've flown back to the Philippines and continued going to church. I attended institute classes, served in the ward missionary, and taught in the primary Sunday school.
Now it's December again and it has been almost 8 years since that unforgettable winter in Hong Kong. I did a lot of wrong choices and missed the church for 3 years already. I don't how and when will I go back to the church and renew myself. I miss all the things that I used to do there. Most of all, I am missing God a lot.
The Words of the Christ
