Personal Narrative: The Book Of Mormon

I continued reading books about the gospel, many books. I do not recall all the books that I read, but I know the most important of them was The Book of Mormon: Another Testament of Jesus Christ. I am uncertain how many times I read that book of scripture. I, at that time, was still leery of the Holy Bible. I only accepted it out of tradition. I was familiar with that book. I grew up with it. I did not like it, but I knew about it. The Book of Mormon was new to me. Its messages about Jesus Christ converted me to Him, but it still did not hold the place in my heart the Bible did as convoluted a place it was. In explanation, I trusted the Book of Mormon because it converted me to Christ, but because I did not grow up with it, it was still strange
I am not sure what I looked like when I went to that ward for the first time. To some I must have seemed like a miracle child—the kid that walked for five hours to go to church!
I know that I was an open book. I know that I did not hide my feelings. I know that the people loved me. I was overwhelmed! It seemed as if everybody wanted to be my friend and get to know me. I did not stay in New York long enough to get to know anyone from the ward in a meaningful way on my part. These people clung to me, but I did not have the psychological ability to do the same. It was too much for me to grasp. The week I was to leave, a family offered to take me in and raise me!
I did not understand that. They wanted to send me on a mission, which was great. I did not understand why they wanted to take me away from my mom though. I smiled at the offer and said not a word. It was too
I wondered why they were not out telling the people in the neighborhood, the world this good news!
I am sure they thought I was a weirdo. I did not grow up in the church; so, for me, this was a first time event and I was glad to know it! The teacher calmed me down enough that I did not feel it necessary to go out right then and proclaim to all of Rochester that we can become gods. I did not know people thought Mormons were weird at that time. I can imagine they would have thought us weirder if I went out to the world telling people they should join the church so that they can become gods! I was confused for years why people in church were not more excited about the prospect of becoming a god, a creator of worlds. I found it mind-blowing that people could speak so matter-of-factly about such a noble bestowal of power given to the true followers of Christ. I did not understand why people did not become too dramatic about the topic until I had kids of my own, who took for granted the knowledge that we, if faithful, will become gods, and have our own family of spirits to exalt toward the celestial worlds. It is a promise Christ made to us when He told us He would share all that His Father has with us. Paul taught the Romans that we would become “heirs of God, and joint-heirs with Christ; if so be that we suffer with Him, that we may be also glorified