What Is a Church Community?

The video player could not be built.

Do you want to chat with a missionary?

We are happy to answer any questions you may have. Start a chat or call us at 1-888-537-6600.

Hi I'm Les

I'm a Mormon.

About Me

Raised smack dab in the middle of 7 kids I was able to see the success and failures of my siblings. We grew up on 20 acres in Heyburn, Idaho and I hated digging thistles up every spring. As a second grader my pet was a bum lamb we kept warm in our oven until it could survive on a bottle. I lived on my bicycle – too far from town to get into trouble and too poor to afford the luxuries. I went hunting and fishing every year with my dad and 3 older brothers. My youth was filled with summer jobs thinning beets, moving sprinkler pipes, bucking hay, baling hay and cleaning the french fry freezer tunnel at the local potato processing plant. A year of college, then I served a mission in Colorado & New Mexico. Soon after returning from my mission I bumped into a girl from high school that I had detested. We sat next to each other in Jr. High Band and I loved to make her lose her place. Her dad even flunked me in Jr. High Science. Wonder of wonder, miracle of miracles – I no longer detested her. A spark was ignited that I could not rationalize and could not deny. 34 years later Val and I's 5 children have rewarded us with 12 grandchildren. We have lived the past 23 years on 40 acres in a 100 year old house north of Spokane, WA. I've had to dig more thistle here than when I was a kid at home. I'm not much of a farmer but it is a great place to raise kids and expose grand kids to the wonders of life in the sticks.

Why I am a Mormon

Alone, 2 o'clock in the morning, on my knees in a college apartment. I received the confirmation to my soul that all that I had been taught as a child and a youth was part of God's plan for me. I felt the love of the savior through his atonement for me. I had a glimpse of what I needed to do to bring my life into compliance with what I had been taught. Ancestors on both sides of my family were faithful members of the church. I had been raised in a “Mormon” community. I had watched some of my siblings make choices and take paths that limited their ability to have an experience like mine. I knew that I had an obligation to follow the teachings of Jesus and become a disciple of Christ. While serving a mission I had a meeting with a woman who was living in a verbally abusive and controlling marriage. At the end of the discussion I was sharing with her my personal feelings about the principle we had discussed. I recognized the spirit speaking to her through me. And she recognized that something tangible was happening but she could not identify what it was. The spirit has spoken to her that evening more strongly than it had to me personally 2 years before. These two events are the foundation of who I am, why I do what I do and why I am a member of the Church of Jesus Christ of Latter Day Saints.

How I live my faith

Am I perfect? Absolutely not. Am I trying? Usually, but I still slip up. I have served in nearly every calling in my congregation. By age 50 I thought I'd outlived a chance to serve the youth. I was asked to be Scoutmaster and have been directly involved with the youth ever since. Currently I serve the young men in our Spanish speaking congregation. Thankfully the youth are bi-lingual because I don't speak Spanish. Service is important: I think a couple of buddies and I have cut and delivered as much fire wood as service to others than we have burned in our own woodstoves. I was known as the “loader” guy when it was time to help a family move as I could get it all packed in better than anyone else. Those day's are mostly gone (along with the back) but I still can do leaf raking projects, baby sitting, merit badges, camping, canoeing, bike rides, hay rides and walkabouts through the forest with the youth or my grand kids.