Mormonism tore our family apart when my brother converted in 1995. It’s been the elephant in the room for 30 years. The taboo subject. It’s time to face it. It’s time to ask questions. It’s time to heal.
I’ve been in conversation with a Mormon missionary lately. Our first meeting, at the front door of my parents’ home, wasn’t the best. I was visiting my parents while traveling for work and happened to be the only one home when the missionaries stopped by. In our recent interaction through
If you are just now tuning in, you might want to recap Part 1 and Part 2 First. This is my response to the email an Mormon missionary sent back to me with questions I had etc. I hope this helps you if a Mormon missionary ever knocks on your
28 years. That’s how long it’s been since we’ve talked about it. Not that we’ve ever really talked about it at all, but that’s how long it’s been in general. Since it happened. Since you made the choice that would put your life on a different trajectory, away from our
This last week I was up at my parent’s place on a work trip. My parents live a couple of hours north of me, about 20 minutes from the office where I work (remotely mostly). Now and then, I’ll head up and visit the office and my parents. Something happened
I had a dream last night where God spoke to me. This has happened a few times in my life and each time, the dream ended up happening in real life. And each dream, I was sure it was from God and would tell people, and of course get lots
