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Hi I'm Keilan

I live in Canada, I am 19 years old, I'm an animator, and I'm a Mormon.

About Me

I live on Vancouver Island, off the west shore of Canada. I grew up on this lovely little island, lived in a small Saskatchewan city for three years, and then moved back in time for my sixteenth birthday. I have a wonderful father and a swell mother, and am the middle child of three boys. My older brother is currently serving as a missionary in South Africa, and my younger is still making his way through high-school. Since I was just a wee lad, I've always been drawing. From under the pew at church, to a quiet writing desk in the spare room, to late nights huddled over my worn sketchbook and a dim lamp offering the only light available. From about the second grade onwards I began to create short comic-books featuring different characters (mostly myself). These comics quickly turned into my only release and method of coping when onslaughts of bullying hounded me across elementary and middle school. It was just before I entered high-school that I discovered animation. My methods were primitive, and my art was far from sophisticated, but I loved it. Over the next four years, my access to digital animation tools, as well as my skills, increased. I discovered a love for writing as well along this time-period. In short, I love telling stories. At the present time I am working at a bakery to save money to serve a mission in Tokyo Japan, a place I have always dreamed of going, and of who's language I've studied. What a great blessing that I was called to serve there!

Why I am a Mormon

When I was about 12 years old, my family picked up everything we had, and moved to the middle of Saskatchewan. My dad had a great job opportunity, and we would have the opportunity to build a house because of the amazing market there. We always knew we would leave our Co-op complex someday. And this was the day. To leave everything behind was a giant leap of faith. Our huge family and large pool of friends would have to say goodbye for who knew how many years. Once we were settled in our new home, a year had passed and I was around 13 now. I remember one night I sat on my bed and thought about where my life was. Everything had changed so much in a year. But a thought came to me. Out of all of the changes to our lives, there was one thing that remained constant in our family. That was the Gospel of Jesus Christ. I decided on that dark winter night in Saskatchewan, that it was time that I found out for myself that the church was true. I had grown up with the constant reminder from lessons and from my parents that I would have to form my own testimony. Because if you didn't have a testimony of something's value of truth, why would you follow it? So I did what I had learned since childhood. I had already read the book of mormon all the way through. And now it was the time to ask if it was true. Following the Prophet Moroni's directions in the Book of Mormon, I knelt beside my bed, bowed my head, and prayed. In that very simple and humble prayer, I asked God if the Book of Mormon was true. Words don't effectively describe the feeling I had at that moment. The feeling can't really be adequately understood, in my opinion, until one feels it for themselves. Imagine a great warmth in your heart. A warmth that burns so fiercely that it brings tears to your eyes. It envelops you like a hug from a loved one and emanates into the very air around you. Everything seems right in that very moment. Everything seems perfect. I got my answer. That is why I am a Mormon.

How I live my faith

In these months leading up to my departure date for my mission (December third) I've been dipping between two congregations, or wards, each Sunday. There's the Young Single Adult branch (exactly what it sounds like. A separate congregation just for single young adults to mix and mingle in) and my original ward for families where my parents and brother attend. I help out in the YSA ward wherever I can, and attend as often as possible (because that's where all my friends go!), but stick around some weeks at the family ward where I'm working with the Bishop to prepare for my mission. I am not presently serving a calling. Recently, I was officially released from being the first assistant to the Bishop in the ward's Young Men's group. I had served in that position (working with the teenage young men ages 12 to 18) for a year or two until I left for a summer job in Edmonton. Now that I'm back and attending YSA 9 out of 10 times, I seem to have found myself in an awkward in-between when it comes to having an official calling. But one doesn't need an official calling to serve. All I have to do is look for opportunities to serve and uplift those around me.