Our conversion began the night of our only daughter’s baptism. The Elders had asked me to invite everyone back to our home for refreshments afterwards, so I had baked a cake.  Well, they came…and kept coming. They filled every nook and cranny in our house. I cut the cake into smaller and smaller and smaller pieces. An elderly gentleman, wavy silver hair, shoulders broad and hands gnarled like the burls of a giant redwood, intro...
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