Hi I'm Lori

I asked a friend to go to church with her one day, mostly out of curiosity. I was astonished that everyone read from the scriptures and discussed their meaning. I couldn't believe that people had rules they lived by faithfully. The next Sunday I was taking a cruise, and in line to board the ship I was chatting with a woman from my flight. She saw my maiden name and exclaimed, "Oh, you're Jewish!" Out of nowhere, my mouth said, "No I'm not, I'm a Mormon." Those words were not mine but they were what my heart felt. I was shocked that the words came out and was scared of what Heavenly Father would think, but somehow I felt comforted. The following Sunday was my first fast and testimony meeting. I got up and tried to express my feelings after telling the story of the previous week's experience. The only words I could find were, "I'm home." It took me 6 months to be baptized, but it was worth the wait. The missionaries were willing to find answers to all of my questions, especially questions that they considered obvious (e.g. the Word of Wisdom, no sleeveless shirts, etc.). It has been 12 years since my first day at church, and I am such a better person for it. My relatives are respectful, sometimes curious, but mostly are accepting. Maybe it's because many Jews believe you can't become a Christian, but I know better. I know this is God's church, the true church of Christ on the earth. I bear my testimony that Heavenly Father knows what's best for us always.

I love teaching the young children at church. I can talk to them because the gospel is fairly new to me and I approach my task as if I'm still new too.