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Hi I'm Michael Knudson

I grew up in a suburb of D.C. I've hiked over 1000 miles. I'll soon serve a mission for two years. And I'm a Mormon.

About Me

In winter of 2013 I started college at Brigham Young University-Idaho. I'm majoring in applied mathematics and hope to get a job as an engineer or an analytic scientist. In my free time, I really like to get outdoors, especially if it involves hiking. Summer of 2012 I hiked half the Appalachian Trail; a footpath spanning from Maine to Georgia. In 10 weeks, I walked 1200 miles.

Why I am a Mormon

I was born into the church, so for most of my childhood and youth I was just choosing to follow my parents to church every week. I don't think I made the conscious choice to be Mormon until my 10 week hike through the Appalachian Mountains. That first Sunday, I was 300 miles away from the nearest church, and 50 miles away from the nearest road (which was probably dirt). It was the first time in my life I had wanted to go to church and physically couldn't. That next Sunday, the closest I could get was a Baptist church, so there I went. It was my first time in a non-Mormon congregation. I liked what the preacher was saying, but I just couldn't find the Holy Spirit. Finally, on the third Sunday, I was determined to go to the Church of Jesus Christ of Latter-day Saints. On Friday, I hiked 20 miles when I was averaging about 15 a day. On Saturday, I hiked 20 more miles before sundown and 5 more after that. I hiked 5 more miles early Sunday morning, got a 20 mile hitchhike into town, and had the bishop pick me up from there. I had made it, but missed the sacrament. After 3 weeks of spiritual starvation, it was devastating. I went to priests quorum, quite disappointed, when the bishop told me we would bless sacrament again, just for me. I'll never forget how overwhelmingly loved I felt in that instant. I had tried my hardest, and fallen short, but the Lord provided a way. The two priests in that tiny branch took turns blessing that one morsel of bread and that one thimbleful of water, just for me. I thought of how the Savior would have endured all the pain he did if he were to save only me, and I wept. The Church is beautiful, and I will always be Mormon.

How I live my faith

I live my faith be living as an example. I'm from a high school where there were only a few mormons. I was one of six in a school of 1200. But my friends saw me live the standards of the church and the amazing effect it's had on my life.