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  • I was 23 years old when I was baptized. I was living on my own with my baby son and the missionaries knocked on my door. I was so lonely that I let them in - the best decision I have ever made. After hearing what they had to say and determining for myself that it was true, I agreed to be baptized. It was a scary decision and I almost backed out. But I thought about the God I believed in and knew that He wanted me to do my best to follow Him. As I prayed about it and thought about it I really felt that being baptized would be the best I could do at that time in my life. While I was being taught by the missionaries, they introduced me to some members that became good friends. I asked if the husband would baptize me and he agreed. My parents finally agreed to come to the baptism to support me although they weren't sure about the church. I was very surprised at how many members came to my baptism. I felt so accepted. There were some prayers talks and then I went to the font and into the water with the man who was to baptize me. He took my hand, I plugged my nose, and then he said a prayer and dunked me into the water. We returned to the original room where the missionaries sang a song and I was confirmed a member of the church. It was wonderful. Show more

  • My baptism was amazing! It was on July 30, 2011 up in Midway, UT. I had my most loved friends and family there supporting me and I wouldn't have changed anything about it. The spirit was so strong and I knew by the feeling that was in my heart that I was doing the right thing. When I came up out of the water I felt this overwhelming relief that my sins were all washed away and that I was one step closer to living with my Heavenly Father and Savior again. My missionaries were a huge part in my conversion as well. They are both converts and they are from the South! I remember very specifically that when we were talking after my baptism they told me I would serve a mission and get called to the South where they lived so I could see how they grew up. They were right! I'm serving in Georgia. Show more

  • Recounted from my journal. October 17th 2001 I was baptized on October 12th, 2001 by my husband Justin Friedli and confirmed October 14th 2001 at sacrament meeting in the 41st ward of the 7th stake in Logan. My baptism started with a prayer from my father in law who expressed his thanks for 'the blessings that I have brought to their lives." That was a great start and really touched my heart. Next, we sang a song, "I Need Thee Every Hour". I cried so much because of the truth of this song and the Spirit in the room. I was very happy that my friends and family could be there with me. As I was changing, everyone started singing "I Am A Child Of God". To hear this song after my own baptism was such a wonderful thing. I honestly felt worthy of receiving blessings and returning with My Heavenly Father. I then bore my testimony of how grateful I was for the gospel and the opportunity that I had to be baptized and to teach others. My baptism was a wonderful event in my life. It is something that I will remember forever and forever be grateful. The day was not without difficulty, as Satan surely tried to cause me grief. Nonetheless, to this day I only remember the joy, the music, the spirit, and the people there. Show more

  • I was baptized when I was 8 years old by my father. Because I lived in Utah (and there are a lot of Latter Day Saints there) there were some other 8 year olds getting baptized the same day. This didn't diminish the Spirit however. Much of my family were there and I felt very beautiful in a white dress my mother had gotten for me just for this special occasion. There was reverent music and a brief talk given about the purpose of baptism. After this I dressed all in a white jumpsuit (didn't want to get my dress all wet) and then walked up to the font where my dad was in the water. The water was warm and I was excited. I closed my eyes and my father said the baptismal prayer. Then I went gently under the water, completely immersed, and came up beaming. It was an amazing experience and I get to remember it each Sunday as I go to church and take the Sacrament, the bread and water. I was clean spiritually when I came out of the water and I had made promises to my Father in Heaven to live His commandments and to serve and to remember Jesus Christ. Now I can have that every week. Show more

  • I was baptized several years ago, so my memory isn't perfect. When I was turning eight I pondered about baptism (as much as a seven-year-old could anyway). I knew that it was important, and the even Jesus Christ was baptized. I remember being interviewed by my bishop and my greatest concern was about if getting dunked under water was scary! When the day of my baptism came I was very excited, but also nervous. I knew very well that my sins would be washed away, and I would covenant with the Lord to obey His commandments as perfectly as I could manage. I didn't understand all of it completely, I have a much greater understanding of baptism today than I did when I actually was baptized. But I knew that this day was important, and that my Father in Heaven and the Savior were proud of me. I knew that I would have the Holy Ghost to be my companion, to better know what was right. When the baptism came, followed by my confirmation, I was filled with the Spirit and very happy that I had obeyed. Show more

  • My husband wasn't quite as ready to join the church when I was. He wasn't sure he was ready to make such a commitment. I decided to go ahead and be baptized anyway. During my interview with the bishop, he questioned me about my husband. The church does not want to cause rifts in marriages and he wanted to make sure my husband didn't have a problem with me joining the church. I assured him that it was ok with him. I didn't know too many people at church yet but there seemed to be quite a few people there. I was baptized by one of the missionaries who taught us the discussions. It all felt kind of like a whirlwind. I just remember being very happy. Now looking back, I was so young, in my late 20's, but I knew it was the right thing to do. The missionaries were just about the total connection we had to the church and one of them, the one who baptized me, left his mission for home the next day. Also the next day was stake conference where all the wards meet in one place to get instruction. We found out that day that some of the wards were being split up and boundaries changed. Since members of the church go to church within neighborhoods or geographical areas, sometimes they have to change those boundaries because one ward gets too big or too small. Those changes happened the day after my baptism. It was a very hard change for many of the members who had all worshipped in the same ward together for so many years. It wasn't as hard for me because I didn't know anyone anyway. It was a very emotional day for me though. I went to church with my three-year old daughter. My husband and son decided to stay home. After the baptism the night before and then attending this huge conference the next day and not knowing many people at all, I remember emotions getting the best of me and crying on the way home. I hoped my husband would join the church one day and that wish was materialized only three short weeks later when he came to me and told me he wanted to be baptized also.  Show more

  • I was baptized early in the morning of the day I turned 18, back in the 1970's. A truly wonderful day! I was already a "virtual" Mormon, if there is such a thing. The bishop called me a "dry Mormon", which I confess I didn't understand the first time he said it. Sorry, I guess I was kind of slow on the uptake, a characteristic I suppose I retain to this day. Anyway, I had been attending church and seminary (church sponsored religious instruction for high school students) and serving as a primary teacher and secretary of the priests quorum. I was a teenager when I found the church and parental permission was required for me to be baptized as a minor. My mother, a widowed single parent at that time who continues strong in her own faith, refused to give permission for my baptism. So it was that early the morning of my 18th birthday, the seminary class and other friends gathered at the side of the swimming pool of a very dear friend where I was baptized. What a great feeling to come up out of that water! I dried off and was confirmed right there by the side of the pool. Our bishop laid his hands on the top my head for the confirmation ordinance. When the bishop said, "Receive the Holy Ghost", I felt something come right out of his hands which proceeded to fill my body. It started from the top of my head and went all the way down to the tips of my toes. It was a real physical thing, not just some warm fuzzy feeling. For this reason I can honestly say that I know that the Gift of the Holy Ghost as given under the authority of the priesthood is real. I repeat for emphasis – the Gift of the Holy Ghost is not some ethereal concept. It is real. So yes, the day I was baptized was a wonderful day. Right up there on the list including the day I was baptized for and in behalf of my father, the day on my mission when I taught my first lesson (an incredibly spiritual experience - yes the man was baptized), the day I was married, and the day my first son was born. Show more

  • My baptism was one of the single most important days of my life. I had to wait two and a half years to receive the ordinance of baptism, but the journey was worth it. My baptism was an outward expression of my Testimony of the Atonement of Jesus Christ. My Father and Mother disagreed with my choice to be Baptized, so I had to wait until I was 18 years old. I was baptized the day before my 18th birthday, by my dear friend Jack. My parents knew it was the day before I turned 18, but they didn't oppose it, and so it happened. I didn't expect them to come to my baptism, in fact - I didn't really want them to come, but I told them about it and invited them. My Father said he would come, and I then became very excited. I went and changed the hymns I had picked out to sing, and chose hymns that I thought he would have enjoyed. I also then chose my friend Jack to baptize me instead of his Father, because I didn't want my Father to be uncomfortable. The day of my baptism, I waited for him to show up, but it was getting late. I stood by the door waiting, but he didn't come and I tried hard to hold back my tears. When I was given the gift of the Holy Ghost, and pronounced a blessing upon my head, Jack's Father spoke about my Father joining the Church. A year later, in October of 2012, my Father also was baptized, and I came home to NY just for that. My baptism strengthened the relationship with my Savior, even though I already had a relationship with Him. Show more

  • When I made the decision to be baptised and become a member of the Church of Jesus Christ of Latter Day Saints, I felt that I was at the crossroads in my life. I knew that by making this decision, it would change my life forever. I knew that through my faith in Jesus Christ and our Heavenly Father, by repenting of all of my past sins, I would have a chance to start my life again, fresh and new and to become the person I really wanted to be. To live my life as God would have me live it and not as "The World" would have me live it. I thought that if Jesus Christ could sacrifice his "life" for me to wash away my sins through his "Atonement", then by me just obeying his Commandments and all that was expected by this church, I felt my small sacrifices were not even in the same "one-two-three" in comparison. The "big day" came 7pm 4th August 2011 and my heart was racing as I prepared for the event that was going to change my life forever. I remember stepping into the water up to my waist, I held onto the wrist of John who was to baptise me, he said the all important words, I went backwards into the water which felt like forever and when I came out of the water, I gasped for breath and a sort of elation swept over me. I felt like all the weight of my past and troubles I had been through, just left my being. The relief I felt was amazing, I felt I had to pinch myself to make myself realise that this was "for real" and really happening to me. I had tears of joy, it was a very emotional experience. I did it ! Everything after that followed, seemed to be just a blur. I really haven't looked back since that wonderful day. My spiritual journey has just got better and better. A year later, I was able to visit the Temple and make my covenants or promises with the Lord. The peace I have felt in my life since, has been amazing. There were things I used to worry about in the past, now I don't even give them a second thought. Was it worth it? YES, absolutely YES!....Hope this helps! Show more

  • My conversion is quite unique. It started on the day when I was born in a remote farming village of Guangzhou Province at the tail end of WW ll. On that day the Japanese army was marching toward our village. Everyone in the village went into hiding for their safety except my mother and I. My mother hid in a shed and I was left alone in the house. She would come to check on me frequently to make sure I was alright. I must had been a quiet baby otherwise I would not be here today. How I came to the US was another miracle. When I was 6 years old we were in a state of destitution after my father died. My younger brother and I would often go and asked our fellow villagers to share their meager meals so that we have some to eat. When I was 10 a distant relative who emigrated to US a couple of years earlier decided to adopt a son. They had no children and had passed their child-bearing age. My adopted mother wrote to my mother for permission to adopt me. The reason she chose me was that she remembered my smiles. Coming to America was everyone's dream. It was known as the land of opportunity. I was admonished by my mother and older siblings to consent the adoption but it was my decision. Knowing I would miss my family with tears I consented to the adoption. At age 13 I arrived in the Promise Land to start my life. While going to school I meet some of the most kind and loving people who I later learned that they were Mormons. I was attracted to their standard and wanted to know more about the church. I even went to the institute with them. One day I asked my friend how to become a member. She said she wanted to ask me but was afraid to offend me. She then said that we have missionaries can teach you more about the church. At age 20 I became a member. Finally recognized Heavenly Father's hand in my life. Miracle after miracle to change my life and prepare me to accept the gospel. Eager to share this gospel one year later went on a mission in Hong Kong. Show more

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