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Hi I'm Fredric Mark

I grew up in Canada where the missionaries found my parents. I went to BYU, where the Lord found me. I am a specialty contractor.

About Me

I love diversity in people, ideas and activities. Great art and literature communicate to me. What I really enjoy is creating with my hands and connecting with people. I have met people from all over the world. When we connect in common experience there is a oneness. I married a beautiful young woman from Vietnam at BYU. We have four beautiful amerasian children. Her family fled during the Tet offensive. They left all their wealth behind for the freedom of the United States. They found themselves safe within the outreach of LDS members. Our marriage sadly disintegrated, but everyday I am grateful for my children and that rich cultural heritage. My generous parents, did not have the means to raise me, a fifth, unplanned child, so I count only count all of life as a gift. We were materially poor, but father feasted on ideas and shared his multiple talents. Mother made sure there was food and a place was set for a displaced uncle, or alcoholic neighbor. When relatives came they stayed. When visiting we stayed with them. There was neither funds or thought of hotels. I sing their praises, for they taught me to love work, the world around me and to be giving and not judge my fellow man.

Why I am a Mormon

My father was a carpenter, who ran an orchard on the weekends. Mother cooked and fed us, friends and all the animals. 6 weeks before my birth, Dad was in an accident where a tractor pinned him to a tree. He miraculously lived, but the accident left him convalescing for a year and left him traumatized. Unable to work and in need of spiritual and physical healing, he agreed to listen to the missionaries. They were good and kind people, but never religious. Father didn't attend church for many years and that set the stage for all of us. I knew father had been a Baptist, I knew my grandmother (who raised my mother) had been Catholic, but it seemed the choice was between following the Lord, or raising hell. Mother had us attend church with our Pentecostal cousins when we were with them--but that was Mother. Men played sports, hunted or partied. At 20, I came to a point of decision. I could either follow the path of my saintly mother, or follow the examples of carousing family members. I had not been to church for 5 years and I was very empty. My brother encouraged me to go to BYU. I could see the progress in his life and his enthusiasm for this Church school. Father had also quit smoking and returned to church activity. To my surprise I was accepted at BYU. My first night at my brother's place in Provo, I felt compelled to ask for the Lord's help. I knelt down and He answered my prayer. From that night, I have known the church to be true. I knew that the tragedy, the hardships of my youth were for a purpose. Life has had its share of adversity, illness, loss, deception and despair. Father survived the crushing, I survived the inhospitable circumstances and the lack, to witness God's intervention of life and to bear witness to the truth of the Church. There must be opposition in life for us to grow. There must be pain and suffering and sickness to appreciate health, the fruit of the spirit, and even God. Jesus is my Lord and Savior and the foundation of this Church.

How I live my faith

I am a membership clerk. There are records kept on heaven and on earth. Having been "lost" part of my life. I never like to think of others forsaking the church, or thinking they are forsaken. Like the young brave who learned that he is never lost in the forest, for the forest always knows where he is; so too, our Heavenly Father knows where we are--not matter how far we wander. I love the calling of a hometeacher, the opportunity to go bring the church into homes: it is an opportunity to forget myself, to minister and to serve. I have learned that I can be a blessing to others. It doesn't matter what I have been called to do in the church, clean buildings, or teach church leaders; I know that in this church, God magnifies my abilities and I will feel the joy. Every day I read the scriptures, I try to pray and to remember that "of all of God's creation, his children matter most to him." "Mormons" have much to learn to become saints; I know that from the outstanding members who have set an example for me. But as the "least of the Saints" I can still serve, bless others, find forgiveness and change! The grace that attends those who faithfully serve is as redemptive, as that Lord that reached a young man full of hormones and doubt so long ago. I am now part of a minority, a single member and an empty nester. Being part of the church gives me a church family and deep feeling of belonging. I continue to ride my bike, climb mountains and read everything from Rumi, to Saint Francis, to Steinbeck to Nietzsche, wondering if I have every been "mainstream." But I know the Church of Jesus Christ is where I belong.