In 1979 my mother and I were driving home from a Fireside featuring members of the Osmond Family. I had listened to their testimonies. I was impressed. I turned to my mother and said, "Mom, I want to be a Mormon". The answer was a firm "No ". Over the next thirty-five years, I would become a committed follower of Jesus Christ, a Southern Baptist minister, and a staunch Anti-Mormon. Then everything changed. I became a member of The Church of Jesus...