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Hi I'm M. Ed Brock

In the early seventy's my life changed forever when I was converted to the Church of Jesus Christ of Latter-day Saints.

About Me

I have never regretted my decision. There were some good friends of mine named Bryce and Clara. I didn't really get to know Bryce very well, though, until sometime in 1968 when my father died. Bryce was quite a bit older than I was, and he had known my father for many years. We became fast friends after getting to know each other much better through the loss of my father. One day Bryce and I were talking about something or other, just like normal. This time, though, he had something different to say. "I was out of town recently, and I picked up this tract that says some stuff about our church. Would you like to read it?" "Well, sure Bryce," I replied. "Well, here it is, then, Ed, but I gotta tell you something else. I only got one of these, so I'll need it back when you're done readin' it." He handed me the tract, we exchanged good-byes, and then he was out the door. After he was gone, I looked it over carefully. It was about six inches tall, and two and a half inches wide, with more pages than I had expected. I'm not sure when I read it, or what it was about, but I know that when I did read it, I didn't think it was anything bad or horrible. Over the next two years, Bryce gave me these tracts, each explaining different aspects of the Mormon Church. He would always say to me, "Now Ed, I only have one of these, so I'll need it back when you're done readin' it." I would always read them, give them back, only to find that he had yet another one for me to read.

Why I am a Mormon

I became familiar with the beliefs of the Mormon Church. One time, Bryce had something different to give me. He said, "Ed, you know about the Book of Mormon, right?" "Yeah, you gave me a tract about it. It's the book like the Bible that you believe is scripture, but it's not exactly the same as the Bible." "I have a Book of Mormon in my car-would you like to read it? If you have any questions about it, you can just underline the things you're confused about, and then I'll answer your questions." It seemed like a great deal to me-I could read of Book of Mormon and have someone to explain it to me as I went along; I agreed to read it. I read the Book of Mormon cover to cover (I'm not sure how long it took), and I definitely took advantage of Bryce's invitation to ask him questions about it. The book left a lasting impression on me that I have never forgotten. It gave me the feeling that now I had everything put in its place, and that this was the missing piece in my life. Some time later, Bryce invited me to dinner with him and his wife. I went to the dinner, and found the young boys in white shirts and ties who, I had come to find out, were the Mormon missionaries; they were warm and friendly, just like Bryce and Clara. After the dinner, we all went into the front room, and the missionaries proceeded to tell me about the appearance of God the Father and Jesus Christ to Joseph Smith, the Restoration of the Gospel, the Plan of Salvation institued by God, and the first four principles and ordinances of the Gospel. I had read all about these things but it never made as much sense as it did right then, when the missionaries tied it all together. It seems like I had always had most of the correct principles, truths, and ideas that should have come together to tell me what the purpose of life was-but I never thought about why I was here on earth until these two young boys told me about eternal truths that brought it all together.

How I live my faith

For the next few weeks, I had several dinners with Bryce, Clara, and the missionaries. Each time we had dinner together, I received a different lesson on the doctrines, beliefs, and practices of the Church of Jesus Christ of Latter-day Saints. During this time when I was receiving the missionary lessons, I started to go to church with Bryce in Robinson. It was really hard at first, because I didn't know anybody in the congregation of about twenty people besides Bryce, and I hadn't been to any church in a long time. But after a while, I started to feel more comfortable with the Church and with the members. At the end of the last lesson with the missionaries, they asked me if I was willing to be baptized for the remission of sins. I accepted. I was baptized in February of that year. I'll always be thankful to Bryce for never giving up on me, even though it took two years for me to accept the Church. I don't know where I would be today without the Gospel in my life. *LJK