Greg Burbach

Greg Burbach

By Greg Burbach

I guess I was never a quiet and comfortable Christian. For the first 50 years of my life, I was uncommitted to any church or named religion. When the missionaries first showed up, I showed them the door. When they came again, I threw them out. When they showed up later, I said “don’t come back, I’ll never set foot in your church”. They left, but they left a small blue book as well. 6 years came and went. My life came and went…the wrong way. The day arrived when I had to make a decision. A day of judgement, so to speak. I knew I had to talk to the Lord. I knew only he could answer my questions. On that very day, I found that little blue book in a box stashed in my garage. I never read it. Didn’t want it, yet, there it was. Instantly I knew where I could go talk to the Lord. I took the little book (just in case), and headed for the Portland Temple. Knowing I couldn’t get in, and probably would not be welcome, the book was my insurance. When I arrived, the temple was closed for summer repairs. Gate locked. Big sign, “Do Not Enter”. It seemed the Lord had prepared his answer for me in advance. But I sat outside the fence and prayed. Nothing. Disheartened, I prepared to drive away. As I drove, I noticed the lower gate to the temple was open. Why not, I thought. I entered through the small opening. 30 minutes of praying and NOTHING. I was sure of His answer now. As I walked back to my car, I heard a small voice say “Come back. You’ll be safe.” This time I walked to the front door, looked in, and sat down on the bench there. I prayed so hard, the words poured out of my eyes. 45 minutes later, I knew God knew me and he knew about my situation. Though not the result I wanted, it was sufficient to get me started. I headed back to the car pondering what I should do. I really needed an answer. I looked up, and through the trees, I saw this golden statue on top of the building. I didn’t know his name, but I knew this guy was important, so I asked him what I should do. No answer. I got back in the car, and noticed a small piece of paper sticking out from the bottom of the little blue book. I had never noticed it before. But, I’d never opened the book, so who cares? That day I cared. I opened the book to the appropriate page, and to my surprise, one verse was marked in highlighter. Just one. “And now, I Moroni would speak somewhat concerning these things. I would say unto the world that faith is things hoped for, but not seen. So dispute not because you see not, for you will receive no witness until after the trial of your faith.” If the Mormon Tabernacle Choir had begun singing, it couldn’t have been more clear. I knew exactly what The Lord wanted. I went to church the next Sunday. Got baptized a month later. How? Why? Someone left me a book with the word of God in it. A book about me. About you. I’m not the only one. I once heard about a young boy who had a question for The Lord, and he found a book, too. And it changed my life. The moral of the story? Never stop asking. Never stop telling. Never give up, and “I will make you fishers of men”. To be continued…

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