When I was investigating the church in High School, I was given all kinds of anti-mormon literature. My mother required I speak to our pastor before joining. I was invited by friends to speak with other pastors. The entire school was caught up in what we called "the day of pentacost" and religion was an ever present topic of discussion.
I finally reached the point, where I started asking people if my salvation (or exaltation) was going to be determined based on who had the best "arguments". That really bothered me (I was good at logical argument, but it struck me strange that God would ask me to choose based on who had the most convincing tongue or who had the most knowledge.....arguments were constantly based on what they said the bible said or meant in specific circumstances).
I'm reminding of something that my wife told me of her experiences.
Surely, you've heard of a book (and a pair of movies derived therefrom) titled
The God Makers? It's pretty much the definitive anti-Mormon work.
My wife credits it with sparking her curiosity and interest in the church, initially just to see if we really believed and practiced all the crazy things that
The God Makers said we did. She had known a family of Mormons, and was struck at the contrast between her experience in knowing them, and what this book was trying to tell her;and even more struck by the contrast when she actually attended a few of our Sacrament Meetings, and met some other Mormons.
We met on a primitive BBS network, long before the public had access to, or generally knew about the Internet. Private messaging was particularly unreliable and spotty. During the time we were attempting to communicate over that medium, I received one message from her that she didn't think she could ever be a Mormon, that there were certain beliefs that she just couldn't accept. The next message that I received from her was that she was getting baptized in a few days. Days (perhaps weeks) later, some other messages arrived out of sequences, that would have made that second message much less startling, describing her further experiences in looking into the church.
She was baptized on 03 April 1994. Less than a week later, she took a Greyhound from her home in Reedsport, Oregon, to meet me in Santa Barbara, where we met for the first time in person on 08 April 1994; after several months of primitive online correspondence and a few very long phone calls, as well as a few old-fashioned paper letters. On 12 April 1994, we made a trip down to the grounds of the Los Angels Temple. We didn't go into the Temple that day, but spent some time wandering around on the grounds, and in the Visitors' Center, and went across the street to a small Chinese restaurant (that, alas, is no longer there. This is what came in my fortune cookie, that day; I wrote the date on the back of it…
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We already had a pretty good idea, by this time, what direction things were going. It's a matter of some uncertainty whether we were engaged that day, or the following day when we went to a jewelry store, I bought an engagement, ring, and right there, in the jewelry store, having just purchased the ring, proposed to her in the more formal, traditional matter, and received the expected affirmative response.
A year later, 13 April 1995…
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And this coming April will make it twenty-five years that we will have been married.