How I Became a Mormon
It all started with one question,"Can we talk to you for 5 minutes?" It was December of 1981 when my father first met the full-time missionaries in Cebu City, Philippines. He was sweeping the front yard of my aunt's house when the missionaries approached him. "Hey brother! Can we talk to you for 5 minutes?", they asked. If you've met my father, you wouldn't be surprised how cheerfully he accepted this invitation. The funny thing is, my father only thought of it as an opportunity to practice his English skills. What he didn't know was that the missionaries had a different purpose in mind. That fateful meeting was the beginning of a wonderful journey for my father and the rest of the family. The missionaries continued their visits, and my parents were consequently baptized in February, 1982. Like many new converts, my father was on fire. He frequently went out with the missionaries to visit other members and was engaged in many church activities.