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Hi I'm Lee

I grew up in southern California. I'm an architect and a retired Navy reservist. I'm a family history buff, and I'm a Mormon.

About Me

I have been happily married to my lovely wife for 28 years. We have three children and one son-in-law and are almost empty nesters! My parents were divorced when I was young, and my mother raised my three sisters and me. We lived in southern California, and even though we couldn't afford much, we still did things as a family like playing games, singing around the piano, going to the beach with friends and camping with relatives, and going to Disneyland and the LA county fair. I studied architecture at Cal Poly, San Luis Obispo, interrupted by serving our church as a missionary for two years in the great country of Argentina. My Spanish is a little rusty now, but I still can speak well enough to get by. Last year, our family took our first trip to Europe and were able to tour a little in Spain, which is where our second oldest served recently as a missionary. I have loved to learn about geography and cultures since I was a kid and received a subscription to National Geographic magazine, which I read for years. I keep pretty busy with work, taking care of my family and serving in various ways at church. We have a modest home of our own, with large Douglas firs, and a couple fruit trees and berries, since I like to try and grow things. I spend some of my "free time" almost daily researching our family history - my family jokes that it's my addiction. I love to learn about ancestors and track down who they were - it's like a real-life sleuthing adventure.

Why I am a Mormon

My parents were both members of the Church of Jesus Christ of Latter Day Saints when I was born. My mother and her parents were converts to the Church. My father's family (at least on his father's side) had been members of the Church for generations. Some of my relatives became converts, some have stayed with the Church, while others don't go to any church anymore. The choice to be a Mormon is mine. From an early age, I have been convinced that a loving Heavenly Father knew me personally and listened to my prayers. One time as a child in a moment of distress, I prayed and felt all of a sudden a great inner warmth, peace and love come over me, just as if Someone had wrapped his arms around me and told me that I was loved. Over the many years of my life, I have often felt that Spirit again, witnessing to me that God lives, Jesus is the Christ and that the gospel as taught through the Church and the scriptures, including the Bible and the Book of Mormon, is true. This has helped me be confident about my choices in life, and led me to fulfilling many goals that have brought me great happiness, such as graduating from college, getting married and having children. My faith is a part of me, but one that I have studied intensely and compared to the knowledge available around me, and find consistent within itself and with scientific truth. It requires a leap of faith to believe in God and Jesus Christ, and life after death, and being accountable before God, but the assurances are there for me as I try to follow the path laid out in the scriptures and by the voice of living prophets and apostles on the earth today. The results promised follow the experiences I have as I do the things God asks of us. Even though I am not perfect, I have made a personal commitment to following Jesus Christ. I try to be a man of my word, to do good to others, to work hard.

How I live my faith

Since childhood, I have had opportunities to serve in the church and contribute. Sometimes, as a teenager, I would drive myself to church meetings, which used to be three different times on Sundays, even at times when I was the only one in my family going to church that day. I have seldom missed attending a meeting on Sunday in my whole life - it has always been uplifting to me, whether I'm happy or having a bad day before I walk in the door. When I was on two weeks reserve duty with the Navy, I would sometimes find a local congregation on Sunday and when I couldn't find one, I would attend the Protestant service on the military base. One of the great blessings in my life has been to serve for many years as a youth leader and Boy Scout leader for the Church. In fact, it gave me the opportunity of spending many campouts and Sunday classes with my son as he was growing up, including a few "high adventure" outings like hiking along the coast of the Olympic peninsula. I wouldn't normally go out for such physical activity, but I really enjoyed it - physical deprivations and all! The camaraderie among the other leaders and the boys was great. I get to associate with a lot of people that I respect and admire. I know that the members of my local congregation are there for me, as I am there for them, even if we are not close personal friends - I'm kind of a home body, but I really love other people, so getting called on to visit other's homes on a monthly basis and make sure their needs are taken care of or help out on a service project, such as putting new shingles on someone's roof or volunteering to work for an evening in the church welfare system's food cannery never turns out to be the imposition that it might otherwise. We don't get to apply for assignments, nor even where we serve on missions. Right now, one of the volunteer assignments I accepted is being the choir director for our congregation.