I was born into a Christian Orthodox family where Christian values were taught enough for me to develop knowledge that God exists and that it is the responsibility of every man to believe in Him. One day, my brother, Aurel, told me about a friend at work that had a brochure about a Church that was named after Christ. This Church was described as being the same Church that Christ established when He was on the earth. I told him that I was interested in reading the brochure to obtain more details.
The next day I went with my brother to his friend’s house with the intention of reading the brochure.. This was in January 1995. I do not remember the exact date, but I remember that it was really cold outside and there was a cold rain that continued for several days. When we arrived we were discouraged to find out that the brochure was no longer there; someone had probably thrown it away. I left the building disappointed, looking into the dreary rain, thinking about the brochure and the sadness that filled me because I had not found it.
While looking into the rain I saw, not far from where I was standing, a piece of paper in a puddle that attracted my attention with an unusual force. I thought that perhaps it could be the brochure that we had come to find. I walked towards the paper and the first thing that I saw on it was an older man, with white hair with his arms folded, possible in prayer.
I picked the paper put of the puddle and took it inside and placed it on the heater to dry. It was then that my brother told me that the paper that I held in my hand was the brochure he had previously seen. After it dried, I was able to read about The Church of Jesus Christ of Latter-Day Saints. I found out that the Church had been restored in our days and was directed by God through prophets and apostles. The brochure also told about a book containing a one-thousand-year history of a people that lived in Jerusalem 600BC. This book was another testament of Jesus Christ.
The next day I sent a letter to the address found in the brochure. I expressed my desire to find out more about the Church of Jesus Christ and a copy of the Book of Mormon- which I understood was named after one of the ancient prophet. A few days after I wrote the letter I was visited by two representatives of the Church. They wore nametags on their chests, on which was engraved their names, the name of the Church and the title of Elder.
We had a brief discussion, in which we introduced ourselves and they told me about the Church and the reason they were in Romania. Before leaving, the missionaries gave me a copy of the Book of Mormon and recommended some passages to read before their next visit.
This book’s illustrations helped me realize that the man I saw praying on the brochure was Moroni, whose father was the prophet Mormon.
While I was reading I felt like my soul was enveloped in peace and calm that I had never experienced before. These feelings grew stronger and stronger with every verse that I read. During the next visit with the missionaries we discussed what I had read and I told them how I felt while I reading the passages. I told them that the feelings I had experienced left shortly after I finished reading. They explained that the feelings I had experienced were from the Holy Ghost. They also explained how we can feel him at certain times in our lives, but those who take upon themselves the name of Christ through baptism can enjoy his influence as long as they live.
I was so confused with all that had happened. The Holy Ghost was present only when I read the Book of Mormon or when I was with the missionaries. They invited me to participate in all six discussions, so I could learn more about the Church. We decided to begin the discussions at our next visit.
In the first discussion we talked about prayer and how it can be a powerful tool with faith and a humble soul. We also talked about the Holy Ghost and how He bears witness of truth. With his help we can find the truth about all things that we wish to know if they are from God.
During the second discussion the missionaries challenged me to be baptized and to pray to find out what God wanted for me. I knew that the Holy Ghost could only be my constant companion if I was to be baptized. I really wanted to be baptized, but at the same time the importance of the decision frightened me. To encourage me, we read three verses together from the Book of Mormon which are found in Moroni 10: 3-5. These verses are a promise to all people who believe and seek truth. This was not the first time I was impresses by the author of this promise.
This was the only way I could find out the truth about the Church of Jesus Christ o Latter-Day Saints. I will never forget the emotion I experienced during my first prayer to God to Guide me. I prayed many times aloud, pleading for Heavenly Father’s guidance, but one evening I kneeled with the same purpose. The same feeling of peace and calmness that I felt the first time I prayed came to me again. This time they were more powerful than ever. I then realized that this was the answer I had been waiting for and if wanted the constant companionship of the Holy Ghost, I must be baptized.
After this experience I decided to receive the ordinance of baptism from an authorized priesthood holder. On February 25, 1995 I was baptized by Elder Mark Hoffheins from Texas and confirmed a member of the Church by Elder Kyle Leonard from Utah.
I know that God lives. I kneel only before God who in the Garden of Gethsemane endured indescribable pain, taking upon Himself the sins of all mankind. He endured death on the cross that all who looks towards Him can have Eternal Life. In the name of Jesus Christ, the Savior and Redeemer, Amen.