I was a lost sheep for nearly twenty years. I was born into a Latter-day Saint family, was baptized at eight, and went on a mission to Taiwan at the age of nineteen. I attended BYU. Gloria and I were married in the Salt Lake Temple. But, at the age of thirty, I suddenly quit going to Church. I quit reading the scriptures. I quit paying tithing. I quit praying. I quit wearing my temple garment. I simply walked away from God.
Looking back now, I understand why: I had been an active and faithful member of the Church, but only in outward appearances to please other people—first my parents and later my wife. By so doing, I was sailing along on someone else’s power. I did not have my own testimony. I had not been truly converted! I had not asked God for a witness, and I was afraid to do so.