Fifty years ago tomorrow, I was baptized a member of The Church of Jesus Christ of Latter-day Saints. Though there were ways in which leaving the Protestant church I'd grown up in was traumatic, I had very little idea what that move would mean to me. I probably had none.
The most obvious thing my conversion did was give me a point in my life from which everything that followed has been defined. I became a member of the LDS Church as a teenager because I had a spiritual experience that was so profound I could not deny it, then or later. It colored if not defined everything afterward.
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