I was raised in an extremely religious home by a good mother and a less than adequate father who was also an ordained minister. My father’s poor example caused me to struggle with faith for many years and he is part of the reason I joined the Church of Jesus Christ of Latter-Day Saints (AKA, the Mormons. My father is also a lot of the reason I later completely lost faith and identified as an atheist for a few years before coming to Christianity.
My father went to prison when I was a teen, let’s just say that he didn’t practice what he preached, and I attempted to distance myself from him and everything about him. I joined the Mormon Church when I was in my late teens, partially to upset my incarcerated father, and partially because the Mormons were so nice to me and I felt truly accepted for the first time in my life, oh, and there was this girl. When investigating the church I was convinced that they were a Christian church, and the church tries hard to appear that way, but the truth is they are anything but Christian, despite their official name.
When I first joined the LDS Church I ate what they were feeding me hook line and sinker and even served a two year mission for the church at my expense. It was when I went to the temple for the first time that I started having doubts and learned it was not all sunshine and daffodils behind the granite walls. Serving a mission caused even more doubts, but after I came home I did all I could to grow my faith and prove to myself that the church was true, but I did the exact opposite. For a while after my mission, in an attempt to squash my doubts, I learned all I could about the church and became somewhat of a Mormon apologist, but eventually I followed the evidence where it led and realized the church was a sham started by a con artist.
Because the LDS Church teaches that they are the only church that is true or has any possibility of being true, and because of the abuse I suffered as a child at the hands of religious people, I completely lost my faith. I wanted to believe in God but could not quite manage it, and for a few years I was outspoken against everything religious.
God is a good and merciful God who loves all of his children and longs for us to have a relationship with him and he sought me out in my time of distress and helped me to return to him. I lost faith in God shortly after I left the LDS Church and it was three full years before I allowed God to save me and became a born-again Christian. Because God had done so much for me and did not give up on me when I deserved it, I knew that everyone has a chance and that God loves all people and allowed his son to die so that they could be saved.
I knew that I needed to share the good news with others and help people who are struggling with faith and that I needed to help other Mormons to come to Christ. I felt called to this ministry for a long time but I was scared to put myself out there and to dedicate all of the time and resources to this cause that I knew it would require, but in March of 2018 I started the Recovering Faith podcast and blog and have been all in every since.
Recovering Faith centers on helping those who are struggling with faith and doubts God as a result of loss, abuse, hardship or whatever the case may be. One of the prime directives of Recovering Faith is to reach out in a loving way and help those who are trapped in the Mormon Church and help them to find freedom and salvation.