Latter Day Sinner

When I was a few months old I was baptized as an Episcopalian. It’s pretty easy to be Christlike as a little kid. I was thirteen before I learned the Ten Commandments. That was right around the time that I was confirmed as a member of the Episcopal Church. The bishop had powder on his hands so when he clapped me on the cheek it practically boomed. It was seen as a sign for my coming rebellion. I grew away from Christ at that point. I went to The Army and college when I became an adult. It was jarring. I didn’t have any faith left. Just Anxiety! I crashed and burned. I hung around the local Episcopal Church when I ended up in my hometown again. They even gave me a job and a key. One night I prostrated myself before the altar in the empty church building and prayed to a big wooden Risen Jesus statue. I started seriously considering becoming a Muslim shortly after that. But I didn’t know any Muslims in real life and you shouldn’t recite The Shahada online. But before I converted to Islam I met the missionaries from The Church of Jesus Christ of Latter Day Saints. I loved the Book of Mormon and tried to reconcile it with the Quran. But I sent the missionaries away empty handed. Two years later the local ward still had my phone number. I got a call from new missionaries. I agreed to get baptized. That was almost thirty years ago and I’ve never really committed to The Church and its temples. I’m still in rebellion.