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Hi I'm Dale Anderson

I'm a father of eight children and I'm a Mormon.

About Me

I grew up in a sleepy little town in Northern Utah. My goal in life through high school was to leave Utah as fast as I could (I would love to come back now). I joined the Army at 19 at the rank of private in the infantry. My only request when I joined was to go to Europe. I wanted to see the world. I was stationed in Germany for a couple years and then on to Texas and Alaska. After six years I left the Army to serve a “Mormon” mission to Puerto Rico. I’ve since graduated from college with a BA in Liberal Arts, married, and now have eight children; my oldest is 18 and my youngest is 6. I love to read and watch my children play sports.

Why I am a Mormon

I grew up in the Mormon faith, but my family left the church when I was about 16. I joined the Army at nineteen, went to Germany, and generally lived a typical single soldier’s life. As I got older desires to have a family and be a father became stronger and stronger. I started to think about it a lot. I started to compare the families of my military friends with the families I remember growing up with. There was a striking difference in the stability, love, faithfulness, and general happiness in the families I was observing and the families I remembered from my home and church. I wondered at the difference. I began to realize that my life was not turning out as I expected or hoped. I began to long for something different and something more. I looked in a lot of different places not even knowing what I was looking for, but in the back of mind I remembered the church, and the people I grew up with. I realized I admired them, their families, and their lives. The only distinguishable difference I could see in how they got there was the Mormon Church. At a particularly bad time in my life I picked up the Book of Mormon and began to read. It was not the first time I had read the Book of Mormon. I had read it once when I was fifteen and once when I first joined the Army; however, this time I was really looking for something. I needed some answers on how to order my life. I needed to know if there was more to life than the one I was living. Reading the Book of Mormon provided answers, real answers, but the Book of Mormon provided more. It provided me with a “hope for a better world”, which meant for me, a hope for a better life. As I read and prayed I knew it was true, but even better than knowing it was true, I knew that it was the answer I was looking for. Since that day the Church of Jesus Christ of Latter-Day Saints, has made all the difference in my life. The doctrine taught there has intrigued and inspired me.

How I live my faith

I love participating in our ward congregation. We go to church each week as a family. We all sit together taking up one entire bench (there are ten of us). In many ways this is the highlight of my week. I love to look down the bench and see each of my children take the sacrament knowing that as they do so they are committing their lives to the Savior. I have the wonderful opportunity to teach the sixteen to eighteen-year old boys each week on gospel topics. I love to see them learning the gospel of Jesus Christ. It’s very rewarding to share my life’s experiences and the things I’ve learned from studying the scriptures. The church has a program called home-teaching that helps us visit each other in our homes and strengthen each other in the gospel. I’ve had the opportunity to visit and elderly couple each month for the past several years. This couple has not participated actively in our congregation for many years, but enjoys my son and my visits each month. A few months ago one member of the couple passed away. They were very close and married for over 60 years. Each time my son and I visit this good brother who just lost his wife he expresses his profound gratitude that we come visit him in his new-found loneliness. I’m so sorry for his loss, but so honored to visit him often and spend time with him. I’m not a social or outgoing person; without my ward congregation and its encouragement for us to visit each other and share the gospel, I would have missed the deep friendship I know have with elderly gentlemen. Without this program my 17-year old son who visits with me would not know how wonderful it is to help and be with people in their time of need. How grateful I am for my congregation and gospel of Jesus Christ!