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Hi I'm Trent Kendall Parker

I'm a Mormon. I grew up in beautiful East Tennessee. I know the Book of Mormon is true.

About Me

I'm a custodian who recently graduated with a degree in accounting. I am a husband and father of four. I am also the assistant scoutmaster of troop 131. I love the Lord, biking, and drumming. I ride my bike to work on days it isn't raining or I'm not running late.

Why I am a Mormon

In the spring of 1993, I was in navy boot camp in Great Lakes, IL. A shipmate in my company suggested I should attend the Mormon sacrament the next Sunday. I didn't know what sacrament meant but it sounded like sacrifice. And if there was going to be a sacrifice, I had to see that. So I went but the congregation was small compared to the more mainstream religious gatherings so I hesitated until a missionary invited me in. So I sat with the group. I hadn't been to a service like this before. Instead of an offering plate to put money in, like my Baptist church did, they passed out snacks, and in such tiny portions. I guess with such a small group, they were on a budget. After the service was over, I was approached by a female missionary and asked me about my faith. I told her I knew Jesus was the savior born of a virgin. She asked me if I had ever heard of Joseph Smith. I had not. To me that was the kind of name you put in the hotel registry when you didn't want anyone to know you had been there. Her surprise caught me a little off guard. I asked if I should have heard of him. She told me about the Book of Mormon and the restoration of the Church. She asked me if she could give me a prayer of confirmation to know the church was true By the Holy Spirit. And as she prayed, it was like someone had opened the roof and a golden warmth filled my body but not like sunlight warms the skin Fromm the outside inward. This feeling was encompassing my physical body from within. My college educated mind could not logically explain how she was doing this. But as she ended the prayer the feeling slowly faded and I was left baffled. I had been touched by the hand of God. I never saw her again. I graduated and went to A school for Journalism. I know if I don't get to thank her for giving me the gift of the Holy Spirit, I hope to thank her in the next.

How I live my faith

We hold family home evenings most every week and diligently do our home teaching. I am assistant scoutmaster in our boy scout troop and my eldest son is the senior patrol leader.