My Testimony of Jesus the Christ

While reading Jesus the Christ by James E. Talmage, I felt inspired to write down my testimony of the Savior. I would like to share it here also.

My name is Melissa Elizabeth Snell and I am a daughter of the Most High God. He is my Father. I know with no doubt that His holy Son, Jesus the Christ, is the Saviour of all mankind. He is the Redeemer. My Advocate with the Father. By choice and love, he came to the earth to atone for the sins of the world. It is through him that one day I will be able to return to live with my Heavenly Father in glory and happiness. I know Jesus of Nazareth was born of Mary. As a Man on the earth he preached, and healed, and did all things for man because of his great and eternal love. He carried the weight of the world as he knelt, bled, and cried in the Garden of Gathsemane. He was betrayed by Judas and given to evil men who placed him on the cross. I know that on that cross, he asked the Father to forgive those who had hurt him. I know that while bleeding in Gathsemane and hanging on the cross, Jesus gave his life for me. He paid with his holy blood that all may be free if they choose to follow him and accept and love God. I know that Jesus is my eternal Brother. Along with the Father and the Great Spirit, the Holy Ghost, Jesus makes the Godhead. They are my support in times of darkness and strife. "We are more than conquerors through him that [loves] us." I know that one day I will see Christ. He lives. I will touch His hands where the prints from those nails can be found. He will bring me to the Father and plead my case. Through Jesus, because of his never ending, all encompassing love, I can be forgiven all my sins. I can be found clean, spotless, whole before my Maker. Because of Jesus the Christ, I will live forever with those I love and cherish. He is the Savior of my spirit. The Lover of my soul. My Brother for eternity.And I owe him my life.

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