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For members of The Church of Jesus Christ of Latter-day Saints, the word sacrifice means so much. When I think of sacrifice, I think of Jesus Christ in the Garden in Gethsemane or on the cross on Golgotha. But simple, daily sacrifice has been made a real endeavor for most members of the Church, myself included since I became a member.

I was born and raised in Scotland by goodly parents, and it wasn’t until I was 18 that I realized there was something better out there. I always knew there was a God, but I only recently learned that He has a personal connection to me.

When I first joined the Church, my family was fine with it. But my friends cast a lot of doubts. They had researched the Church and believed a lot of false information about it. They called the Church a cult, told me that it was filled with lies and that I was crazy for joining it. But I knew in my heart that this Church is true. I don’t think anything can change that. And when I told my friends that I knew it was true, their comments turned to ridicule.

That night, I prayed for help with my friends. I didn’t want to lose them, but I didn’t want to be the subject of their ridicule any longer. After I said my prayer, I remember getting this distinct impression: “If these people are good friends of yours, then they will stick by you. They won’t mock you.” I followed that impression, and when things didn’t change, I let those friendships go, which was hard, but since then I have found great friends in the Church—friends who will stand by me, no matter what.

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