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Hi I'm Mark.

I was born in Wyoming, but did not stay there. My Dad was in the Air Force and I served 22 years in the Army. I'm a Mormon.

About Me

I'm a baby boomer, so I have gotten to see a lot of history. My family was in Germany when the Berlin wall went up -- that was kind of scary. I went to high school in the mid 60's and haven't enjoyed listening to popular music as much since. Now my tastes run more to Tallis, Bach, Telemann, and Beethoven. I spent 22 fun filled years in the Army, where I was taught that "every day's a holiday and every meal's a feast." I retired a number of years ago, and I miss the great people I got to associate with. I had the honor to serve with some wonderfully dedicated folks. Now we live in Nebraska, a place that was not on my radar when I considered places to retire, but we ended up here, and that is a good thing. There are some really wonderful people here in the heartland. I work for a defense contractor to earn my keep, but much prefer to spend my time reading, serving in the Church, and visiting my children and grandchildren whenever I get the chance.

Why I am a Mormon

At first, I was a Mormon because I was born into the Church to two faithful parents. There comes a time when each of us has to make a choice, though. Ours is not an easy religion. In fact, someone who does not understand it might call it pretty demanding. I made that choice when in my late teens as I pondered the question of whether I truly had a witness (a "testimony") or not. Such a decision always involves prayer and honest pondering. Some people get a testimony at a particular, definable point in time. While I am happy for them, that is not how it worked for me. I realized I had a testimony as I thought deeply, questioned, and prayed. I came to recognize that I had a testimony. It was as if it had grown from a little sapling to a very substantial tree, but had done so slowly, over time, so it was there right in front of my face, so to speak, when I started to look for it. I had had one for a long time, but from that point on, as I consciously recognized and "fed" it, it just grew stronger and stronger. I fed it by reading the scriptures, praying regularly, serving in the Church, and pondering about the important questions of life -- the usual ones like "why am I here and where am I going" -- and much more difficult questions like "why does God allow bad things to happen to good people"? I feel I have some of those answers, but I know I need to ask more and learn more. I can't tell you how glad I am that I am a member of the Restored Church.

How I live my faith

I live my faith first by trying to live as I believe Jesus Christ would have me live. I admit I fail -- and fail often -- but I think He is still proud of me for trying. I strongly believe in being honest. I suppose that is a family trait. It was said of my great-great-great grandfather that he would rather cut off his right arm than lie. I have tried very hard to be a good father and husband. I have also tried to be the kind of person that others will trust and want to be around; a person who lifts others rather than putting them down. I serve in the Church in a job ("calling") that requires me to devote quite a number of hours each week. I also have the privilege of serving in one of the 100+ Temples the Church has built. That is a source of considerable happiness and peace to both me and to my wife. I try to live my faith every minute, every hour, every day. Being a Mormon and a disciple of the Savior is who I am. My ultimate goal is to become the person He wants me to be.