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Hi I'm Karen Rose

About Me

Hi there, and thanks for stopping by. I'm a Philadelphia-born-Italian,-Catholic convert to The Church of Jesus Christ of Latter-day Saints, and have been a Mormon for nearly 30 years now. Wow. I'm a mother of two beautiful teenage girls, and find myself very much in the trenches of this mortal life seeking out the best of the best ways to influence and share God with the world--and living amore abundant life than ever. I believe that creating and loving is more important than accumulating and possessing, and that it's the motive beyond the ordinary moments and the grace that's sprinkled on our efforts that makes them extraordinary and allows us to feel God so close by. Motherhood is my magnum opus, and the rest of my comings and goings are accents--albeit and hopefully, signature accents--on my life's work. I've spun around in a few intersecting paths--graduate work in human and org development, women's studies, family policy crossing public affairs, training, and outreach. I presently work with a non-profit as VP of Public Relations and Marketing. I love jazz music, raising my girls and being raised by my girls, and serving in the kingdom. I love to write, being bathed in sunlight, attending the temple, dance, and am active as conservative political advocate... I have an insatiable desire to learn the best things, and that's a good thing, because I have a lot to learn as a draft in the hands of a God who is a Master Designer. God bless you in your spiritual journey. I'm Karen, and I'm a Mormon :).

Why I am a Mormon

I'm a Mormon, a member of The Church of Jesus Christ of Latter-day Saints, as a result of a long search for truth and my life's purpose. So, do you have your smoothie in hand? Okay, here goes... I still remember standing at the top of the stairs as a child wondering who I was and why I was on the earth. I hungered for that knowledge like no other, and I felt spiritually starved. I attended Catholic Church but asked what to them were unanswerable questions. I posed a few like these: "Well, who lived in heaven and took part in that war besides Jesus? (If there was a war in heaven, as taught, then there had to have been more than two people there, I reasoned.); Why do I have to confess the same sins twice?" and "How can God and Jesus be the same person?" I lived as if on a daily spiritual fare of milk and toast, not knowing there was a buffet table divinely set and beckoning me. Questions about the purpose of life sprung up as consistently as crocuses do in spring, any time I was willing to allow them to pop through the soil of my soul. At one particular point in my life, I began to despair that I would never know my purpose or theanswers to the questions of my heart. Without those answers, the desire to live waned. The world looked cold and senseless. How could I function from day to day without knowing 'why' I was functioning? I couldn't tick if I didn't know why I was ticking. Lacking some key to the universe, I sat despondently on the edge of my studio bed, staring at a bottle of sleeping pills. I thought about my circumstances. I had little impetus for moving forward from day to day. I was tired of fumbling for house keys in thecold, of working for work's sake, of studying theories spilled over in classes without a rod to evaluate them. So I planned to take my life. Just before popping the pills, though, my efforts were aborted– by a gentle but profound strain of impressions from a loving Father through what I now recognize as His Spirit. I was told, through those welcome whisperings, that "every moment oflove and every moment of discovery in my life had not been wasted" and that I "must have the courage to live on." I was also told, in fact spiritually guaranteed, that I would find the purpose of life. I accepted with confidence those impressions though I didn't quite comprehend their appearance on the screen of my soul. I spent the next months contemplating my life. On one remarkable occasion, as I was jogging around the neighborhood underthe exquisite light of a full moon, I received what I can only describe as an injection of truth–a stunning, indelible witness that God lived. I recall sitting down on the curb, sobbing, tears of joy. I was changed instantly. I felt loved and I felt an overwhelming inclination to love like never before. I knew there was a God which thing I hadn't known for myself just moments before. I knew, at last, I had a purpose. This was so delicious to taste. I longed to know more about God , his plan for me and my duty and responsibility towards Him and others. I borrowed a Bible from a Catholic Church, lay out in the field behind their rectory, and read through the New Testament for thefirst time. I marveled that this book had been preserved for me– and anyone else looking for truth. I particularly recall ponderingthe word, 'saved" and the atonement of Christ. I was filled to know that the Lord, who had just literally saved my life physically, had also died to save me spiritually. I knew that I had an advocate in whom I could completely trust. I then began to identify and list in my trusty silver notebook, points of doctrine Christ had espoused and the characteristics of his Church. I learned much from that first scriptural immersion. But three ideas particularly prepared me for the fullness of thegospel. First, I knew that we could become perfect even as God is, for the Savior Himself taught the doctrine of perfection to his apostles as recorded in Matthew 12:48. Second, I anticipated more revelation than the Bible for the Lord told His apostles (in Mark) that there was more to be revealed that they were not ready to bear. Third, I embraced the truth that there was only one, true way to salvation as the scriptures indicated: "one faith, one baptism." In fact, I envisioned a time when all quarrels among churches would end, and all denominations would be subsumed under the one true church. I decided to begin a search for thetrue Church, thinking, again, that it was, likely, not on the earth. After visits to dozens of churches–from Swedenborgian to Methodist–and reading through many books and pamphlets, comparing their teachings with those I learned in the scriptures, I always came up empty. No one, it seemed, scored on every point. There was always some disappointing deviation from what I learned from the scriptures to anticipate in Christ's Church. On another investigative visit to a Christian church, I found myself, again, disappointed. This time, I was on the brink of abandoning my quest altogether. It was too painful to think that so many who professed the Christ did not know the full truth about Him or about the ways He indicated we should administer his ordinances. Just then, on my way out of the building, I discovered an "anti-Mormon" brochure on a rack in the vestibule. As I was in the habit of collecting whatever I could grasp on various religions, I clasped it eagerly and tucked it away to read at home. When I arrived at the Baptist minister's home, where I was a guest, I began to devour this pamphlet. I read eagerly some of the claims of the Church, namely, that we could become more and more perfect as the Savior; that there was additional revelation than the Bible (something called a Book of Mormon and Doctrine and Covenants); that there was a code of health (which I 'd anticipated through the Spirit); and more. The critical comments seemed superfluous, and I recognized those "Mormon" claims as true from my own reading of the New Testament. I was electrified and knew I had found something more than a kernel of truth. I searched for a Book of Mormon and found one in a small library in Huntingdon Valley, Pennsylvania and took it home with a half gallon of ice cream. I dipped into both that night and hardly slept. I knew it was true. Before I found the book, I located in a different library a file of pamphlets on thepurpose of life left by a missionary whom I do not know but will one day kiss. In there, I found the purpose of life clearly explained. It thrilled me and I barely contained my emotion. It was all I could do to refrain from squeezing the whispering librarians stacking the shelves .I recognized it immediately as the truth. I eventually called the Church and entered the waters of baptism a short time later. And I must say that I feel like I've been eating lobster tails in drawn butter since. While the gospel has not meant a life exempt from challenge, pain, or struggle, it has meant a life filled with resources to work through those, and through the gift of the Holy Ghost received at baptism, I'm able to receive clear direction, comfort and peace in a real and active relationship with my Savior. I also not only have joy in my children on a continual basis, but a knowledge that ultimately, I can live with them forever and all of God's redeemed in His presence. My conversion story is available in one short video on youtube.com/moregoodfoundation and in two longer portions on www.mormonoutlook.com.

How I live my faith

Living my faith is a personal matter, between Heavenly Father, the Savior, and myself. I see myself each day, as mother, friend, employee, as in the service of God. I account to Him, work for Him ultimately, and do all that I do in that light and context, however imperfect my offer may be. I pray daily to know how to maximize the time I have, how to leave a legacy that will be of worth to my children and the rising generation, and how to do the most important things in His service for my family and for those who may not know God or His plan for them. If I feel I am less than my best, I repent immediately, and try again. I claim the blessings and promises the Lord has given me personally and in His word, and those guide my life. I strive to follow the promptings of the Holy Ghost and value those beyond words. I work with wonderful young girls in my neighborhood who are 9-11 1/2, and we meet together in my home every other week to talk, share our lives, discuss gospel principles in light of their lives and challenges, and to help them in their growth and goals as virtuous daughters of God. I love them and love my 'calling' or opportunity to serve in the Church. It is not a paid position--but the rewards are many and the joy is real in serving as we do in the Church through inspired calls. My girls and I also attend the House of the Lord weekly and reap a power and an endowment or gift of blessings that are beyond anything this world can offer. Can't get that peace and power, that confidence, that assurance that God is with you and hearing you and helping you from any Macy's counter or any trip to Barbados--lovely as a visit to both of those may be at times. Much love, Karenrose

Why is authority to perform a baptism important?

Karen Rose
Well, as an everyday Mormon responding to this question, and not in any official capacity, it's clear that to perform a required ordinance for God requires God's okay. Part of His "okay" means being given the keys or power or authority to do what only He can authorize as valid. Just as John the Baptist was given authority to baptize Jesus through God's priesthood power, men today must hold the same to do His work. Many wonder where that power is today. Some think it can simply be had by going to any organized denomination. But you can't get the keys to a Honda car from a Toyota dealer, and you can't get the keys of God to His ordinance from one who has not personally received them and passed them down. Since the keys--or God's power and priesthood--were once on the earth and then lost after the Savior's death, it took an actual 'restoration' of those keys through a personal appearance of the Father and the Son to a young boy, Joseph Smith, and subsequent ministrations by angels like John the Baptist, and Peter, James, and John, to bring those keys back to the earth. I testify this is true and hope you will want to know more about what this means for your life. God bless. Show more Show less