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Hi I'm Richard "Bubba" Demke

I'm a middle child of ten, missionary, and I'm a Mormon.

About Me

I've grown up a Mormon my whole life. I come from a family of twelve. A Mom, a Dad, two sisters and seven brothers. My oldest sibling is a girl, my youngest sibling is a girl. With eight boys in the middle, all within about two years of each other, you are left to wonder, "How did his mother do it?" I still ask that. (Oh, by the way, I still think some of brothers are girls!) My family has always been competitive, be it in Apples to Apples or on a football field. We can take a simple game of Frisby Golf and turn it into all out war, Lamanite style. But we all love and appreciate one another, everyone of us is unique, everyone of us brings something to our great family. But who am I? I've gone by Bubba my whole life cause I really don't look like a Richard. I have lived in Mesa, Arizona; Atascadero, California; and St. George, Utah, but I consider Lehi my home. There I've had my best of days and my darkest of times. I've suffered heartache and humiliation and enjoyed love and friendship. I played Football and I wrestled for Lehi's respected programs and was once Junior Class President. But I glory my God for all. I have been writing fantasy since I was in Second Grade and am still working on the same idea, a whole decade later! It is my pride and joy! I hope that one day it inspires youth as reading did to me. I game with my friends, Call of Duty, both Online and Zombies. And I have a passion for Zelda, Assassin's Creed, Final Fantasy, and Kingdom Hearts! And that's me!

Why I am a Mormon

I am a Mormon because I want to be. I want to follow my Savior, Jesus Christ. I want to return to live with my Father in Heaven. I care not what the world thinks. I did, but Jesus is my Redeemer, my Savior, and he atoned for my sins. I will serve Him until the ends of time, be eternally indebted to Him. I also want to be the example that my brothers were to me. And I failed. But now, being on a mission as we speak and as I write this, I hope to repair the damage. My family has been the strength I needed when I was low and I'll be returning the favor. I am on a mission to bring the Truth that saved my life. I wish to bring others into the knowledge of the Gospel that brought me happiness. I care not what happens to me, all I wish to do now is to bring souls unto Christ and glorify Him and the Most High. I will forever serve my Lord God. "No one, after putting his hand to the plow and looking back, is fit for the kingdom of God.” Iwill never look back. I will hold to the Iron Rod, with steadfastness, feasting on the words of Christ, and bring glory to Him who is glorious. May the Lord Bless us. This Gospel, this Church, it is True. Joseph Smith was a true prophet. Thomas S. Monson is a true prophet. Jesus Chirst is the Son of God, our Savior, our Redeemer. He atoned for my sins and yours. He felt every heartache, every regret, every pain and sorrow, every affliction and sin, and with a drop of blood in earnest prayer, we can be made clean. Heavenly Father is our loving, Eternal Father. Hosanna to the Most High. God Bless!

How I live my faith

I have grown up Mormon my whole life. This does not mean that I have lived it my whole life. It is unfortunate to say, but it is true. I was, as Nephi, born of goodly parents that taught me the gospel at their feet. I was fortunate enough to have the capacity to eat it up and retain it. They taught me what was expected of me, how to live according to the word, and be a happy person. I wish I could tell you I was a shining star of a son, but I wasn't. Yes, I was baptized, yes, I went to church, and yes, I was respected, but that doesn't mean anything. Let me explain. I was big, I was handsome, I was popular, and I was everything that one could hope to be. But I wasn't living the standard. I got into things I should never of participated in. I got into trouble, and little by little I was destroying myself. I was depressed, I was suicidal, and I hated everything that I once stood for. I hated God. I thought he created me as the example of not what to become. What bull! But I believed it. Was I chemically unbalanced? Yes. But did that matter? No. Living the gospel brings true happiness. With a prozac I could mask my troubles, but it didn't make them go away. Only I could decide for me what I wanted to do. It pains me to say that I didn't stop it. I let it carry on with me into High School. Sure I smiled, but I was dead inside. People noticed of course, and I thank God every night that they reached out, but I had to make the decision. And I did make the decision. After years of pain and anguish, of knowing my parents were dying with pain, and knowing that my Heavenly Father wanted more for me, I went to church. Some days before that, sometime in December of 2011, my brother got engaged. He told me he wanted me in the temple to see him be sealed. A testimony in church was bore by a friend's mom. She said it was so neat to see my friend in the temple witnessing his brother get sealed. It was my sign. I repented. I did attend his sealing. And I have never looked back.