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Hi I'm Kevin

I'm a Mormon. I grew up in Europe and the USA.

About Me

I enjoy spending time with my family and those I love. My wife and I enjoy talking. I enjoy a good book. I have enjoyed snow boarding and skiing when I can. I also like camping in the mountains, staring at the stars at night and walking along the beach listening to the surf roll in. Nature is so wonderful and I enjoy being out in it. I enjoy seeing the world anew through the eyes of my children as they grow and experience new things. I've lived up and down the East Coast, the West Coast, and in parts of the South of the United States of America. I have really enjoyed living in and seeing different parts of the world in Europe, Canada, Mexico, Japan, and China. As the children grow up and start their own families, I also enjoy spending time with grandchildren now. I enjoy continuing a family history book that my granddad started and collecting stories from extended family about their memories of their parents and grandparents to extend this book for those grandchildren to read someday.

Why I am a Mormon

I grew up in non-denominational Christian churches on military bases in Europe and the USA and attended many different churches while a Boy Scout. I am grateful to my parents for taking me regularly to church. On monthly weekend camp-outs when Sunday arrived, the Scoutmaster would say "Catholics over here and Protestants over here." Then we would pile into a van and get driven to the nearest church, regardless of Protestant denomination. The troop was based in a Presbyterian church and I attended their services related to Scout ceremonies. One of my best friends was Catholic and I sometimes went to church with his family too. My immediate family was Methodist and I spent most Sundays there. My Grandmother subscribed to Our Daily Bread and I used to read that whenever visiting her. As a teen, I accepted Jesus Christ into my heart, professing my faith. I participated in the youth fellowship often. During the process of confirmation into the Methodist church as a teen, I had many questions. At one point the Pastor pulled me out of the class into the hall and asked me why I asked so many questions. I just wanted to know the truth. I often wondered if I had been alive when Jesus came to Jerusalem if I would have recognized him as the Messiah or if I would have followed the Pharisees and ignored him. It is a weighty question to ponder. While at University I tried to buy a girl a beer and she said she did not drink and that she was Mormon. I asked what a Mormon was. She told me about it and we talked the rest of the evening activity. During our later dates, she and I talked openly about religion in ways that my family did not talk so openly while growing up. I asked many questions. On one date, I saw this blue book, titled the Book of Mormon and asked her what it was. She said it was a book of scripture that is a companion to the Holy Bible. I thought, you can't have another bible. I asked her if I could read it, with the secret purpose of proving it wrong to her. She let me borrow it. I read for hours and hours. Because University had been difficult prior to meeting her, I had been reading and studying the King James Version of the Holy Bible with a concordance often for the two years prior to opening the Book of Mormon. I had also been attending Church twice per week and had attended Christian retreats to draw strength spiritually. I attended church with Wendy. She attended church with me at school. Then as I read the Book of Mormon, I felt a dilemma. Much of what I was reading supported the scripture I had been reading lately, and seemed true. I worried because in my head I knew that if I began to believe the Book of Mormon and it was untrue, then my error could have eternal consequences. But then on the other hand, if I rejected it and it was true then again my error could have eternal consequences. I wasn't sure how to proceed for a while. Then she asked if I would like to meet the missionaries. I immediately said no, envisioning monkish sort of people trying to force ideas on me. After she explained who they were I agreed and met with the missionaries. They were not bad at all. I had lots of questions. I keep meeting with them and asking Wendy questions for six months. I needed to know if the Book of Mormon was true or not. I heard many opinions from those around me, from my friends at my home church, from Christian organizations to which I belonged. Much of what I heard from them about Mormons did not match what I was experiencing going to church with Wendy. To settle the question about Book of Mormon, I decided to ask God directly--He had answered my prayers before when my sister had been very sick. I thought, "Who better to answer this crucial question than God himself?" So I read from the Book of Mormon and from the Bible, I prayed. I pondered. Then through the Holy Ghost, I received my answer that the Book of Mormon is God's word. I knew it with my entire being. This changed everything for me. It followed, therefore that Joseph Smith was a true prophet, not a false prophet as the Bible warns about and as I had pondered about often with some concern. I decided to be baptized. Although she and I broke up just before the baptism, Wendy's ordained father baptized me. It was wonderful. My life has been blessed beyond measure since then. I am grateful that she tried her best to answer my many questions and I am thankful for the missionaries in New York, Arizona, and Utah that answered my many questions too.

How I live my faith

I try to teach my children about Jesus Christ and the restored gospel. Depending on their attention span at a particular moment, this is harder than it sounds. I try to set an example for my children and try to communicate to them how much the Gospel means to me. I also currently work with teen young men in Scouting and in youth activities, guiding youth leaders to lead their groups. The teens I work with are amazing. I learn much from them. I am profoundly grateful for the gift of forgiveness that is available because of the great sacrifice of our savior, Jesus Christ, as I try to live my faith, making mistakes, turning away from selfish paths and again towards what God has asked us to do. The blessings of following God's path are wonderful. The peace of mind I have when I am trying my best to do the right thing is an anchor for my soul.