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Hi I'm Matt

I'm a Broncos fan. I'm a copywriter. I'm a Mormon.

About Me

I grew up in Utah and was raised in the Mormon church. From as early as I can remember, I've loved sports. Playing, watching, cheering... I love it all. While most kids watched cartoons, I watched SportsCenter with my dad. Now that I'm grown up, I still play indoor soccer, but I spend most of my free time with my one-year-old daughter and wife. When I'm not with them, I'm usually reading (I'm really into classics right now), write (for work), and studying something fun.

Why I am a Mormon

The reason I'm a Mormon is simple: The Spirit of God has confirmed it to my soul. I've always been interested in deep, philosophical questions, even going back to my youth. I was 15 or 16 when I started to wonder if the church I'd been attending, The Church of Jesus Christ of Latter-Day Saints (the Mormon church), was really God's true church. I knew that the best way to figure that out was to read the Book of Mormon and other inspired books, so I started reading them and asking God in prayer if they came from Him. Nothing incredibly magical happened at that time, but I remember having the feeling that yes, I was attending God's church. At 19, I became a Mormon missionary. After about a year, my missionary companion and I were teaching a family about the church, and they were deciding whether or not they would get baptized into the church. One day, we asked them if we could bless their home. They agreed, so my companies offered a prayer, pleading with God to make this home a sanctuary from the power of Satan. After the prayer, I felt an incredibly powerful, almost tangible feeling all over my body. And so did everyone else. It was the Spirit of God manifest stronger than I'd ever felt in my life. My companion and I left shortly thereafter, and as we walked down the dark, deserted street, we said to each other, "Do you feel that"? We both were overcome with a warm, peaceful feeling. We didn't talk anymore, we just basked in the glow of God's spirit. At that moment, the Spirit witnessed to my soul that I was doing the Lord's work, and that I was part of his true church. I'm as sure of this as I'm sure of anything. I know what I felt... and I can't deny it. As time has passed, I occasionally have doubts about this or that. But then I think back to powerful feeling I had that day, and my doubts disappear.

How I live my faith

For the past 6 months, I've taught a Sunday School class on the Old Testament. I'd always been a little intimidated by that meaty book, but now that I've been able to study it regularly, I love it. I'm so impressed with the faith of Adam, Moses, Noah, Abraham, Joseph of Egypt, and the rest. Before teaching this class, I worked with local teenagers, helping them develop into men by teaching them morals and responsibility.