I have not always been able to say, “I know” the gospel of Jesus Christ is true. I grew up in Utah surrounded by members. It was always very easy for me to go to church. I wanted to be there. It is where all my friends were. Then when I was fifteen I had an experience that changed my life. It is far too personal and sacred to me to share at this time. I will say though that it humbled me and made me turn to the Lord. I had to know for myself. Before then I had never really cared enough to truly find out if it was true. I always believed it was, but I didn’t know. Then, in my moment of deepest despair, I prayed with every part of my soul. I begged the Lord to show me that it was true. I gave him time, and I waited and watched for an answer. My prayer was answered, and it was answered though another man. I testify that the Lord uses his worthy servants on earth to be angles to his children. He sends them in answer to their fervent prayers. He is real. He is ever present in my life. I feel his love everyday. I know that he is my Savior. I know he bleed and died to take away my sin. I know that he restored his gospel to the earth through his servant Joseph Smith. I know he continues to speak to his children on earth through his living prophet Thomas S. Monson. I know he has given us temples, in which we can receive the highest of all blessings if we enter worthily and keep our covenants that we make there. Everything in the gospel points back to the Atonement of Jesus Christ. The Spirit has witnessed to me that it was and is true. I bear my witness that I know that there is no other way to happiness and eternal life except through Jesus Christ. It is my privilege to share this knowledge with the world. I do so in the name of Jesus Christ.
