Well, it was kind of a two-step process. Leaving the LDS church was Step 1. Long story short, to believe in the LDS religion, you have to believe that Joseph Smith was who he said he was, and that he truly was visited by angels and God and Christ, and that his authority was valid. After prayer and study, I realized that it was not true, and Joseph Smith was not who he said he was.
I was agnostic for a few years, and then was invited to a friend’s Catholic wedding. During the Eucharistic prayers, I realized that I was drawn to the Eucharist, and had this burning desire to learn more about the Catholic church. And more than anything, I just wanted to get down on my knees and pray in the presence of the tabernacle in adoration. Now, for a non-Catholic, that was a pretty weird sensation. I just realized that if I wanted, I could go to a church like this
every single day and get to witness that, and get to pray. It’s hard to really put into words.
I started RCIA the next Sunday, and was lucky enough to join just before the first rites of the catechumens before Advent. I was baptized that Easter
To this day, my favorite part of going to church is eucharistic adoration and devotion. It’s so simple, and yet it’s so profound. In my 20’s, I faithfully participated in LDS temple ceremonies for the living and the dead (endowments, washing and anointing, wedding, and baptism). I spent many hours praying for comfort and guidance in the Celestial Room, the most sacred space of any temple. But I never felt the feeling there that I feel every time I kneel in front of the tabernacle and talk to God.
As a Mormon, I often stood up in
Fast and Testimony meeting testifying that I knew that the church was true and that Joseph Smith was a true prophet of God. Now, as a Catholic, I don’t necessarily have that blind faith. But I know that on my knees, in the church, I can talk to God. I can see prayers answered. I feel like I am where I need to be, and that gives me comfort.
Do I think that Mormon prayers are answered? I’m sure they are. But for me, being Catholic is a much richer and more rewarding spritual experience than being Mormon ever was. In the Mormon church, I constantly worried that I wasn’t doing enough. I was worried more about my status with God than my relationship with Him. But with being Catholic, I can see the simple graces I receive with every devotion, every prayer, every time I receive the Eucharist worthily.