>What were you, a mormon, doing in those churches? :)
My mom and Dad were Methodists before they joined, and we had to go with my Grndma and uncles and stuff when we went to visit, so I was “Exposed” early. Had discusions about diffrent religions with my Mom and Dad, so they knew I would not be blind sided by any thing. I never got used to brining money tochurch to put int eh plate, it seemed kind of strange.
My mom and dad did not worry about me going, They knew I had a testimony of my own. I had a deal with smoe of my friends, I would go with them to church one week, they would come to church with me tha next (the had no ieda that Mormons went to church for three hours LOL)
She was a woman from Trinidad. Here is her story in a nutshell: As I only caught part of it, I asked my sister to give me what she could remember, here it is. It’s a remarkable testimony of Christ, enjoy!
She is from Trinidad, I think her name is Sister Cisinero or something close.
We don’t know who she is or who she might have been visiting with. I talked to her briefly after church and told her that her testimony was wonderful and that it was perfect timing for our Baptist friend who was here today. She had 2 or 3 girls with her. I’m assuming her daughters. She wasn’t hanging around
with anyone in particular.
She said that her mother was a Baptist preacher but I didn’t catch that
part.
When she first started speaking, I think just about everyone looked at the
Bishop to see what he would do. I think we were all thinking “Who is this?
What is going on? This is radical!” But as we listened to her testimony, I
don’t know that there was a dry eye in the building. I know I was crying. It think there were a lot of dropped jaws. She had such
an amazing testimony of Jesus Christ!
She said that in Trinidad she was part of the Baptist church. On occasion
she would feel the spirit but it wasn’t a constant feeling and she wanted
that feeling. Then she and her family moved to California and she couldn’t
find any churches there that gave her the spiritual feeling that she needed.
She desperately wanted to find the right church to help her teach her
children.
She started praying for God to help her find the right way and “Knock,
knock, knock” (this is on the podium) in the middle of her prayer there were
the missionaries at her door. She invited them in, fed them a meal and sent
them on their way. This happened another time and she couldn’t figure out
why these missionaries always interrupted her prayers. One time, she
actually went out on the street and looked up and down both ways to make
sure they weren’t anywhere around and went in to pray. But they knocked
again while she was praying. Finally after a move back to Trinidad and then
back again to California and the missionaries interrupting her prayers
numerous times over about 8 years, her husband invited the missionaries over to hear their message and basically the rest is history.
One night she had some kind of dream where she saw a map of the world, and felt like they were supposed to pack up and move to Utah, though she had no idea where it was or why she felt that way... and here they are. They got to meet the prophet up in Salt Lake City and her little girl got to give him a big hug.
Oh, and she said that after she decided to take the lessons and get baptized
all Hell broke loose and things got very, very hard. But it was another
testimony to them that this was God’s church and Satan was trying to keep
them from it.
After she finished bearing her testimony, I don’t know that anyone else
wanted to follow. It’s like it would have been anticlimactic. I know a lot
of people were going, “Wow!”
We feel like she was sent to testify to our friend who came today. Today was his third time going to church with us. His family is totally against him, and even though they don’t attend their own, they don’t want him going to “that cult”.