I lived in Munich, Bavaria, Germany since I was 13 years old. In my sixth grade class, there were mostly Catholics and only one Jewish boy, a Mormon girl and me, a Lutheran girl.
When the others had their Catholic religious class we three used to find us an empty room and just talk and have fun.
On one of those days we started talking about religion. We told each other about our different beliefs. It was one of the most exciting and interesting ‘classes’ ever.
When it was the Mormon girl’s turn to talk about what her beliefs were, I got more and more excited.
I could feel the Spirit telling me that this was what I had been searching for ever since I was a child.
I had been in many churches before and I had learned about their beliefs and traditions but I never felt anything special about it.
But this time it was different. My heart started pounding. I felt the Spirit taking over my whole being. I knew then, that I had found what had been missing in my life.
I couldn’t hear enough of what she had to say. Everything she said made so much sense and I yearned to hear all about it.
It was the end of the school year and we never got together again. Still I never forgot what I had heard that day and the feelings that stayed with me ever since.
Some months later our door bell rang and two young men in Sunday suits were standing there telling me that they were missionaries of The Church of Jesus Christ of Latter Day Saints. They asked if they could come in and tell me and my family more about it.
My mother and I listened to what they had to say and it was exactly what my school mate some time ago had testified.
In my heart I had always waited for an opportunity to find out where their meetings were. I could never find them because in the phone book there was no Mormon church.
Now the missionaries had found us. I knew it was the Lord who sent these wonderful young men to us.
I was baptized a few months later and my mother got baptized some time thereafter.
I tried to find the girl from school and found out that she hadn’t been active for many years. But still she had touched my heart and opened my understanding that day and had prepared the way for me to meet the missionaries.
Her testimony burned in my heart and only needed to be turned on. I know with all my heart that she will be blessed eternally for what she has done for me. And I am grateful forever for that one wonderful day in school where I found what I had been missing.
A burning testimony is a wonderful thing. Think about it!