i was raised in the southern baptist church. we went to church sunday morning, sunday night and wednesday night. we literally never missed a sunday, and even while on vacation traveling across the country we had to stop at a church on sunday. i didn't really like the church we attended and i did not like all the rules, that were preached but not followed. i had a problem with the youth director preaching abstinence, but at church camp encouraging and allowing couples to neck madly at the picnic table. sitting in each other's lap during the programs. i was confused.
i had a good friend in school who belonged the lds church. oh how i wanted to join her church. yes there were rules, but everyone seemed to honor them and respect hem, and each other because of them. the family night seemed fun, and i tried a few times to interest my parents in trying it out but they refused. my dad went to bed early so he could get up early for work at the seabee base. my mom liked to watch payton place.
i wanted to be a mormon. i finally had the nerve to sit my mom down, in the study, and tell her. furious doesn't even touch her reaction. she came short of telling me i could no longer associate with this friend. of course she then made it hard and every time i asked to do somethign with her and her family mom had an excuse as to why i couldn't. she then sat me down to tell me all the "truth" about mormons. whatever. i was 15 at the time i stopped attending church at all. the lds church has never been far from my thoughts or my heart.
i married and we raised our children in the united methodist church and i was happy. very happy in fact. then i moved to washington 8 years ago. i church shopped, but never found a church i really cared for. we settled on a presbyterian church here in town, but again i settled.
there is a large mormon population here in town. i am drawn to it. drawn to it. i find myself reading lds sites. learning all i can. every time i see the missionaries around town i pray they will stop and talk to me. sit with me. pray with me. so far nothing.
i don't know how to shake this or if i even should. why should i? why can't i become mormon? can't people join the church at 51? from all i have read i know i can, i just need some help.
i'll keep praying. what else can i do?