I have spent my life in politics, but my interest in Christ is growing more intense by the day.
In the midst of this, my favorite story of all time is one that I wrote in a church basement in Florida in the 1960s.
It’s a story of redemption for a young man called Christ the King.
As a kid, Christ was caught in the middle of the Civil War, which forced the Southern states to decide which side they were on.
It was during the war that I learned about the King James Bible, and it inspired me to believe that there was a better way to get God’s kingdom.
When I was a boy, my father’s church gave me a copy of The Book of Mormon and a copy and a half of The Bible, both of which I would read over and over again to learn the meaning of God’s words.
I went on to write a number of books about Christianity and Mormonism and I began to believe there was much more to Jesus than what the Bible had to say about him.
My hope was that Jesus would be able to lead the church, and eventually I was baptized.
The first time I went to baptism, I had no idea what it was, but as I got baptized, I was given a piece of paper and told that I was to go to the temple to receive my first witness.
I was the youngest member of my family, and my parents, who were both devout Mormons, were very excited about the prospect of having me baptize.
I think they thought that by being the first to baptize me, that they would have my support and help me with the work of ministry.
I would take my little piece of parchment and read the first few lines of the Book of Moses and I would go home and cry.
When they got home, my mother was very upset.
I said, “Mom, I want to be baptized and I want you to come with me.
You can’t be upset because I don’t know what I’m supposed to do.”
So she brought me a Bible, the first book of the Bible that I had ever read, and we went to the Temple.
I remember being a little nervous, because I thought, What do I do?
But it was wonderful.
My father came with me, and I started reading the Bible, trying to understand what it meant.
Then I thought that I could be baptized.
I had never been baptized, and this was a wonderful feeling.
But there was one part that was very, very hard.
I read it a couple of times, and the words just kept repeating in my head.
“What the hell is this?”
I kept saying to myself, “What does this mean?”
And I started crying.
My dad looked at me and said, Why are you crying?
It’s not your fault.
I didn’t know that I would have this experience that I did.
I wasn’t sure I wanted to be a witness of the gospel.
My family was in disbelief, and they didn’t understand what I was saying.
Then, after the experience, I started to feel a sense of confidence and I went home to my parents and said to them, “Well, I can’t believe that I’ve been baptized.
It must be wrong.”
My mother said, You’re not a prophet.
You don’t get the right to baptise.
So I went back to my room and cried again.
My mom was very shocked.
I told her that I didn�t understand what she had just said, but she just looked at her and said that it was just the way she had been taught.
She went home and she went back and looked up the Book the Book and she said, How can you say that?
She was confused.
I have no idea why she thought that.
And I think my father just stood there and said what a silly question that is.
And he just sat there and listened to me.
I felt very, really good.
I thought I was finally being baptized.
My parents were very, truly touched by my experience, and that was something that really opened my eyes to the power of the Holy Spirit, which was very powerful.
That feeling of faith that you had before you were baptized was so powerful, and you felt that God had brought you into the presence of God.
When my parents asked me why I was crying, I just told them that I knew that I wasn�t going to make it to the end of the life of Jesus and that I wanted them to know that they were wrong.
They said, Well, why don�t you just take a shower and get cleaned up and get back to your family and be happy and not feel that you have to cry.
I just remember saying, “God bless you, Dad.”
Then I went upstairs and went to my bedroom and washed my hair, and then went to sleep.
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