Mother and I send our heartfelt love for each of you and express our deepest gratitude on this Thanksgiving Day for your faithful dedication to living the gospel of Jesus Christ.
I have felt to share with you a personal experience that includes a 7-page letter that I received from my father when I faced a faith crisis while on my mission. I’ll let you decide when to share both of these letters with your children, if at all.
A number of friends and stake members are facing challenges to their testimonies today. I hope the attached letters will be a blessing to you and your family should the need ever arise in your home.
With love and gratitude,
Dad Lewis
Thanksgiving 2019
Dear Children and Grandchildren,
Recently in my personal study I have found my heart turning to the growing number of friends who are questioning their own testimonies because of concerns about Church history or even some doctrines.
You may not be aware that your father (grandfather) also underwent a faith crisis.
It happened in the summer of 1968. I was 19 years old and had been called to the Andes Mission departing in February 1968. After three months in the Language Training Mission (MTC today), eight or so of us elders flew from Salt Lake City via Chicago and Miami to Lima, Peru. My first assignment was to Guayaquil, Ecuador arriving in late May or early June.
Within 2-3 months my testimony was shaken.
A young man in our small Guayaquil Branch asked my companion and I if we could administer to his non-member uncle, who was seriously ill in the hospital. It threw me into a bit of a panic. I was still very much struggling with the Spanish language and, while I had seen an administration of the sick on a variety of occasions, I had never participated in giving such a blessing. In those days, you received the Melchizedek Priesthood and subsequently endowed in the temple only a few days before departing on your mission.
So I quickly memorized my part of the administration (anointing of the oil) in spanish and we proceeded to the hospital. Afterwards as we came out I told my companion, “Wouldn’t it be wonderful if he were healed and his family came into the Church?”
My enthusiasm was dashed three days later when our young branch member informed us that his uncle had died.
I was personally devastated and began to question everything about my faith. A few days later I wrote my father a letter asking, “What happened? I thought this Melchizedek Priesthood was supposed to help, even heal, people?”
In short, I let him know I wanted to come home if I couldn’t reconcile some things in my heart about this Church, the gospel, administration of the sick, and even why I was on a mission.
In short, I let him know I wanted to come home if I couldn’t reconcile some things in my heart about this Church, the gospel, administration of the sick, and even why I was on a mission.
For history’s sake, and in hopes it may benefit you if the need should arise, I am enclosing a copy of my father’s tender, seven-page letter that “rescued” me personally and kept me on the mission.
His words of counsel set me on a course of deep gospel study and personal prayer...constantly looking for the Lord’s hand in my life—evidence that He was really there and cared that I was on a mission.
The answers have come over a lifetime of waiting upon the Lord with many subtle impressions, the unmistakable feeling of His arms around me in difficult times, and a few rare occasions where I had what you might call a “bonfire” experience.
One of those significant turning points came a year after my faith crisis. I was still on my mission now serving in the mission home in Lima, Peru as the Andes Mission Public Affairs director. I regularly drafted news releases in Spanish about an open house or other event. Routinely I would add a paragraph or two at the bottom of the news release something to the effect that “the Mormon Church was the only church with 12 living Apostles” or some other distinguishing characteristic of our faith in hopes it would make it into print and reach a reader seeking truth.
This one time I decided to share the story about the First Vision at the end of the news release. As I always did before, I took my final draft into the mission president for him to review my Spanish grammar and vocabulary before copying and distributing to the media.
As I returned from the mission president’s office, for whatever reason, I decided to re-read the news release to myself one more time. As I read the story of the First Vision—a story I had told countless times by memory—the Spirit came over me and in an indescribable way “transported” me to that magnificent moment in a sacred grove. I’m not suggesting I saw the Father and the Son, but suddenly I was on very sacred ground and I knew that the First Vision truly happened just as Joseph had described it.
I still don’t have all the answers that caused me to question my testimony, but I know with all my heart that our Father in Heaven has the answers and, if I continue to trust in Him and His timetable, all things will be made known to me to my full satisfaction.
For I know He lives and loves us; as does His Only Begotten Son, our Savior. And They have established Their Church on the Earth today with Prophets and Apostles (even with mortal flaws) to guide us back to the safety of our Heavenly Home.
If you also find yourself struggling, will you please lean on my testimony and patiently wait on the Lord? I promise you the answers will come and He will convey to your heart enough assurance that you, too, will know what is true and real.
With the deepest of love and affection for each of you,
Your loving father and grandfather Crismon S. Lewis