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Hi, I'm Pamela and I'm a Mormon. That's how my profile on www.mormon.org starts out. It's how everyone's profile on Mormon.org starts out---well, except for the Pamela part. There's a link on my blog to my profile there. I don't know how many of you that visit here have ever clicked on it. I'm not sure that I've talked about my faith a lot on here--except most do know that I am a woman of faith.

I think perhaps some of my friends and family don't really understand my beliefs beyond a certain point. No, I don't drink coffee. No, I don't drink alcohol. NO, I am NOT the fifth wife in a polygamous relationship and no, I never watched Big Love. I am not a sister wife---whatever that is. And though I've read Dooce, the blog about an x-LDS woman who got fired because of her writings online, I am not her either. She's very witty---I'll give her that---but she has too much of a potty mouth for my tastes.

Yes, I am not taken with potty mouths. I do like wit. And I do believe that you CAN be witty without resorting to gutter language. You don't? You sure? Well, to each their own.

I am a Christian. I belong to The Church of Jesus Christ of Latter-day Saints. I believe in the bible. I know that my redeemer, Jesus Christ lives today. I know that the windows of heaven are not closed to us---we are our Father's children and he loves each one of us. There is more to this life---than this life. I know this with everything that I am.

Occasionally I'm around people that drink. I sometimes think they believe that I should be drinking with them. And if I'm not---then I'm 'self-righteous' or I'm looking down my nose at them because they are. Drinking, I mean. I'm not. I do not think less of you because you drink and I do not think more of myself because I don't. Everyone is different. We all make choices. I have made this one and it suits me just fine. It would be nice if booze was not pushed upon me though.

I believe in a living prophet today. I believe that, as in ancient times, God speaks to His prophets today.

My faith led me to leave my home when I was 21 and live in a very hot south American country for almost two years, to live among the people and teach them the gospel of Jesus Christ. This was a volunteer position. Anyone who knows me will know that I would never volunteer to go anywhere with such high heat and humidity if I didn't believe in what I was doing. I did. And I do.

I am not perfect. Anyone who knows me, also knows this. I'm a sinner, just like everyone else. And yes, I do believe in sin. Just as I believe in light and darkness.

So there you have it. Hi, I'm Pamela. And I'm a Mormon.

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  1. Good for you for being proud enough to say that and believe in yourself. Not that I didn't believe in you and think you were a good person before. But I especially do now.

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  2. Thanks for saying this Chris---however in your next comment you tell me you can't be my blogger friend because I believe in faith. I'm beyond confused by your flip-flopping comments.

    I hope you're all right.

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