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Hi I'm Corey

I am a father, a husband and a writer. I attended my first sacrament meeting on Easter Sunday, 2013. I am a Mormon.

About Me

My wife introduced me to the Church of Jesus Christ of Latter-Day Saints on Easter Sunday of this year, as I attended my first sacrament meeting. I was baptized in May. I am, first and foremost, a Mormon. Beyond that, I am a devoted husband and father. By profession, I am an author.

Why I am a Mormon

I had felt God's love for many years before walking into this church on Easter Sunday, but my dedication to Him was fair-weather up until that point. I was raised Catholic and went to Catholic Catechism Development classes because I had to. Following my confirmation I stopped attending Mass and pursued the path of pride. In short order, I would grow to outwardly deny God's influence on the earth, and eventually His existence. In my heart, I knew that I was wrong. I could not bring myself to believe that the near-death experience that I had in my freshman year of college was an accurate representation of what happens when we die. I was stung by two bees on a construction site. Convinced that the pressure in my lungs and the weird taste in the back of my throat was the start of an asthma attack, I took my inhaler. It didn't work. A few minutes later, I was in anaphylactic shock. Throughout the forty-minute ordeal, I was awake an alert, fighting desperately for breath after painful breath, knowing that as long as I could feel the burning in my lungs, I was okay, that I was still here. Thirty minutes in, I was tired. My breathing slowed, and I drifted, back, somewhere. I saw black. I felt as though I was cradled in an infinite void, endowed with infinite agency, and no one to share it with. I cried unto the Lord with fullness of heart, "God, please don't let me die!" For His love and mercy, I didn't. The grandeur of the solitude that I experienced in those few short moments sent me spiraling into a depression for the next eight years, eight years in which I searched for a God of my understanding, one that I could craft of glue and construction paper to meet my needs and no one else's. God would be who I wanted Him to be. This last Easter Sunday, everything changed. As I sat with my family, our daughter in my lap, I was enveloped so completely with Christ's love that I began to weep with awe and humility. I knew, in that moment, who I wanted to be for God.

How I live my faith

I make an effort to attend sacrament meeting every Sunday. I actively engage in prayer and seek a Higher Path through the Book of Mormon. I find that the more I read, the more I understand, though not in the temporal sense. I have come to know that all things are possible through the Atonement, including my own spiritual progression.