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Hi I'm James.

I grew up in Arizona. I am an interning Funeral Director. I'm a Mormon.

About Me

After a long search for a career, and dabbling in Biology, Economics, Philosophy and even a little bit of Ancient Greek, and I am now studying mortuary science and working at a local funeral home in order to become a licensed Funeral Director. I have been married since 2009 to my beautiful wife, Kambria, who teaches Special Education. I love spending time outdoors with my wife and our year-old Labrador retrievers, Duke & Rivers. I love to travel, and even spent a summer with my wife teaching English in Southern Mexico, where I ate more than my share of tacos. I also became enamored with the various cultures, both ancient and modern, in Latin America. I love to play video games when I have the time, and I love both college football and basketball. Someday, I would like to be a successful author.

Why I am a Mormon

My ancestors were Mormon pioneers, and I have forebears that personally knew Joseph Smith. You can name a place, or an event, that was connected to the LDS Church, and I had family there. That's why I was born a Mormon. That's not why I will die a Mormon. How does anybody know that God is real? How does anybody know what God is? How does anybody know where they stand with God personally? Am I living the way that God, if He even exists, created me to live? These are questions that each person needs to have an answer for. These are questions that religions and philosophies try to answer. When every other aspect of existence, careers, hobbies, finances, struggles, joys, politics, relationships, good, evil, tradition, even life & death are stripped away, the essential reality remains: How does anybody know that God is real? How does anybody know what God is? How does anybody know where they stand with God personally? Am I living the way that God, if He even exists, created me to live? At both the darkest times of my life, and at my highest moments of joy and success, I have been able to receive direct witnesses from God that He does exist. I know what my purpose is. I know something about God's character and attributes. I know where I stand with Him. It is real, and it provides an assurance and a confidence that can only come from Heaven. It is something that my ancestors knew in the past, but it is something that I know now. I know that Jesus Christ was not just a Galilean rabbi. He is the Messiah, the Savior of the World, the Only Begotten Son of God. I know that Joseph Smith was not just a Yankee farm boy, he is an Apostle and Prophet of Jesus Christ, like Peter or Moses before him. I know that the Book of Mormon stands with the Holy Bible as a witness of Jesus' divinity, and as instruction on how I can come to know more. I know that the Apostolic authority, given by Christ anciently, continues today because it was restored modernly. I know.

How I live my faith

Being a Mormon for me is about recognizing the reality of life's purpose, while still living a pretty average, normal life. It's a mix of the most sacred, and the most mundane. As a teenager on the weekend, I would play videos games with my friends, break curfew to go get a burrito, and then I would wake up, put on a white shirt and tie, and administer the emblems of the Sacrament of the Lord's Supper, acting as proxy for Jesus Christ and thereby placing the entire congregation under a binding covenant with God. Then I would go home, read the scriptures for a little while, and then probably take a nap before getting in a fight with my sister. When I was in college, after I had served as a missionary in Mississippi, USA, I trained brand new missionaries in everything from how to shine their shoes to how their personal divine calling and purpose as representatives of Christ would echo throughout the eternities, potentially affecting the salvation of themselves, and the people they would teach. Then I would usually go home and eat a some pizza before doing some homework and playing basketball with some buddies. Every morning and night, my wife and I kneel down while holding hands and pray together. We ask for help that we need and try to express gratitude to God for our blessings. Sometimes we can barely stand one another enough to do it. Other times we are so busy laughing it is hard to reverence ourselves in order to address God. Occasionally though, we feel a sublime power envelope us, and shield our little marriage from the evils of the world. It sounds really weird when I write it like that, but that's how I see it. Everyday I wake up, knowing in the back of my mind that I have promised God that I would follow him and His Son. I wake up unconsciously expecting that the Spirit of God will whisper to my mind and heart, directing me, teaching me, correcting me. Then I go to school, or work, or the store. I live my life, but I live it with God beside me.