The Priest, Minister & Rabbi

I was thinking today about my office at work. I share my space with four other people. We all come from different backgrounds and various religions. It actually sound like I'm beginning a bad joke when I tell people, "there's a Baptist, a Muslim, a Mormon and Non-denominational all in the same room...." I still don't know how many of us it takes to change a light bulb, but we're an interesting bunch nonetheless (not to mention two Catholics in the next room). The majority of us LOVE talking about religion and what the other believes. It makes for some great lunch talk.

Discussing all of these different religions has made me realize how much I love my church. I love it's base, it's organization, it's standards, and the many, many things that set it apart from other churches; Our Book of Mormon, our work for the dead, a living prophet, our temples, that we aren't a break-off from another religion, the missionary program, eternal families, and best of all: the Plan of Salvation is something that saves me on those days when I feel like I'm going nowhere. The more I hear and learn about other religions, the more mine makes sense to me. Every time I feel like doubting and questioning it, all I have to do is open the Book of Mormon and I know within moments that it was translated - not written - by Joseph Smith. And if the Book of Mormon is true, well then, there's not too much to question.

I'm happy and very grateful to belong to the Church of Jesus Christ of Latter-day Saints. I don't know where I would be today without it, and quite frankly, I don't want to know.

Though I don't know the punchline to my ongoing office joke, I do know where I belong, that I am loved, and where I am going. That's enough for me.