I am Black. I am Mormon.

If you were to meet me out at the store, or at a social event we’d probably hit it off and I’d be talking your ear off, but if you were to happen to meet me at church… It would be a different story. It’s the one place I close up like a clam and avoid eye contact, conversation and answering questions that are asked to the group. I’ve never been sure if this is because I’m usually the only black member in the ward, or because I’m a convert… For me, I think it’s a little of both.

My family and I started going to the LDS church when I was about 9 years old. My parents took the discussions and were baptized, but we soon became inactive. When I was about 11 we became active again and I took the discussions, and was baptized. It didn’t take long for us to see we were a rarity in the LDS church. It was years before I met others.

When it came to activities and dances on days other than Sunday I was able to open up and make friends, despite looking different. Dating was a different story. When friends told me they “had the perfect date for me” I knew it meant they had met a black guy at some multi-stake dance and thought we’d automatically click because we shared the same skin tone.

As I got older I became more confidant in my faith, and in my testimony, and good thing, because that’s when the questions came.

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