Dissent and Restoration in a Corner of London: A Personal View of the Remarkable Religious History of the Parish of St. Luke’s

I am an Englishman of forty-six years who was born under the covenant into a Latter-day Saint family. This is a comparatively unusual blessing in England. There are many men in their twenties who could claim such a blessing but fewer of my generation. As a child I observed my parents and was shaped by the power of their examples. My father was an enthusiastic and committed pioneering local leader, and my mother a quiet and gentle woman who lived more perfectly the Christian ethic than any other person I have personally known. As a teenager, I experimented with my faith and discovered the beauty of it for myself. I accepted the heritage of my faith and grew to feel that Joseph Smith was a prophet. When the time was right, I was happy to serve as a missionary and share my testimony in the England Manchester Mission among my own people. I felt excited to be treading in the footsteps of Heber C. Kimball who pioneered the work in the northwest of England starting in 1837. There was no other place in the world I would rather have served.

Published in BYU Studies Quarterly 44:1
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