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Hi I'm Gregory

I'm a Mormon.

About Me

My hobbies are collecting coins, watching movies, reading books, watching anime. Play a little bit of the piano, love poetry! I love to play ultimate Frisbee! I was going to school for a double bachelors in microbiology and Japanese! I love to learn! I love creating things with my hands. I am not very good at English... Ha ha :D

Why I am a Mormon

I was born in the Church and baptized when I was eight years old. My parents are divorced, and I live in a family with five other siblings not including my self. We all live with my mother. My parents were divorced when I was very young but I still remember the day when my Dad left... Anyway, back to how I came to know that this church is true. Around eight years old, My family(so my Mom and five siblings) and I went on a vacation to go see my mom's parents, Because my Grandpa was diagnosed with lung cancer and only had a little bit longer to live because his chemo treatments were not working... So when we arrived it was night time, my grandpa was sleeping and my Grandma was there to greet us, looking at my grandma, I can tell that she is tired and hasn't slept for a couple of days. A little back ground on my family: My Grandparents are not members of the church. My Mom and Family are all baptized but none of us are active, except for my Sister and I, too this day are still active. My Grandma helps us inside and to the rooms of where we are going to sleep. The next morning, I am awakened to a door bell... my grandma hurries to the door to let in my grandpa's house nurse. Still no sign of my grandpa. I start to worry about my grandpa, one of my best friends. He taught me and my younger brother how to play chess and like most Grandpas he all ways sneaks us candy or money to go buy candy. Ha ha :D Third, day goes by, fourth day goes by and still no sign of him. On the fifth day, my Grandpa was having a really bad time... I remember watching the house nurse hold my Grandpa down as she tries to dull some of the pain away. So, He can sleep. After my grandpa had gone to sleep and the nurse had left... Two young men, nicely dressed, came to the door and rang the door bell. My Mom answered the door and let them in. My Mom and Grandma started talking to them, asking them where they were from... Then one of the young men asked have you ever heard of the Church of Jesus Christ of Latter-Day saints. My Mom answered yes, and told them that we were all members, except her Mom and Dad. He then asked are you active, My mom said no. They kept talking and my Mom asked if they would like to stay for dinner. They said yes anyway... after eating, my mom asked the missionaries if they could give a blessing to grandpa... They said yes, gave a blessing, gave their goodbyes and left. A few hours later about nine at night, My Grandpa, came wheeling out in his wheel chair with his big goofy grin... I came running as fast as I could and gave him a hug. A few months later he died. Sad day for me. My dad had left me, and now, one of my best friends, the only other friend I had was my younger brother Chris. I was feeling abandoned like no one liked me. Plus things started to change in the home... My Mom started talking bad about my Dad and my Dad started talking bad about my Mom when I was over at my Dad's house. This got my siblings, choosing sides and I did not like it. So, I started to close my self off and bottling everything in. I started to dislike being home and when I was home... I was in my room or down stairs playing video games with my brothers and when I was with my friends playing video games as well. I did not like talking about myself or talking to my mom, or anybody for that matter. I just remember one day, I was very depressed, very sad, and very irritated. I just got this impression to read the Book of Mormon. I grabbed my scriptures and just blindly opened them and started to read. I read Alma 34, once when I was done reading, I wanted to cry to my Heavenly Father. As I knelt down and prayed The Holy Ghost/Holy Spirit came to me and comforted me... after the prayer I was so happy... after reading my scriptures I was happy also... I was not depressed anymore... much more appreciative over being happy and I was not irritable anymore. I found out that day, that God/ Heavenly Father Loves me... Loves me so much that he wants me happy. I started talking to my family again... To my friends again... I began to open my heart to people... To share the love that they were sharing with me. I know the Book of Mormon is true and that Joseph Smith is a true Prophet. That he was given the power and authority to translate the Book of Mormon. I know that Jesus Christ is my Savior, my Redeemer, and my King. I know that Jesus Christ Died for me as well as for all of us; so that we could return to live with are Heavenly Father. I know that God/Heavenly Father Loves me. He loves all His Children. I am so very Grateful for Him and opening the box that I closed my self in. For Him getting me to have a relationship with my family. I am so very grateful for His love and the relationship that I am building with him. I know that prayers do work. That He does in fact answer prayers. I know that he sends the Holy Ghost to answer prayers and that when the Holy Ghost is present that he is testifying of truth. Like those two young men that came knocking on my grandparents door, I too, am doing that same thing... To help people, to help people look for the love that God has for them. I love being a tool in are Heavenly Fathers hand. So, I can be apart of seeing the Love that is there. I know that He lives.

How I live my faith

I am nineteen years old, and just like those two young men who came knocking on my grandparents door. I too, am serving a mission. So, I can be a tool in the Lord's hands to help people recognize the Spirit/Holy Ghost; and show that are Heavenly Father does live. That He does in fact, love his children, He loves you and wants you to be happy. Wants you to know the truth. I love this and know it to be true. I want you to know it too!