On Monday, October 23, 2017 I got baptized by members of The Church of God World Mission Society. Early that afternoon two members of that church, a Korean named Jacob and a Mexican-American called Danny, were talking to my then housemate Steve as I spied on them from our house’s front window. I thought they were the Mormon missionaries checking up on me. They obviously weren’t.
After mustering a little confidence, I walked outside. I felt awkward thinking they had to send Mormon missionaries to lasso me back to church. When the two gentlemen introduced themselves as representatives from The Church of God, I was half-relieved and half-disappointed. Relieved that the Mormons weren’t concerned about my non-activity. Disappointed for the same reason.
But I was also excited. I love talking about religion. That’s what these folks were obviously here to do. First they showed me the verse in Genesis about God creating mankind in THEIR image — male AND female. “You see,” they explained, “the original Hebrew word for God is plural.” That’s when I got self-defensive and asserted that I, as a Mormon, already believed in both a Heavenly Father AND Mother. “We are all spirit children of our heavenly parents,” I tried explaining. And then Jacob, the Korean with an Asian accent, taught me a simple truth I did not accept as a Latter-day Saint. “Still there is only one God.” I confess I heard some sort of Asian gong or chime at that moment.
Then Danny started talking about Christ Ahnsahnghong who is the second coming of Jesus Christ. He explained how the Holy Spirit came down in bodily form in Korea as Christ Ahnsahnghong. He was on this Earth from 1918 to 1985.
Furthermore, our Earth was now in the age of the Holy Spirit. Basically, the ancient Jews comprised the age of Father-Creator. Christians ushered in the age of the Son Jesus Christ. And then I asked them something I always try to ask when discussing religion. I asked, “So what do I need to do to be delivered from death?”
This question usually shuts people up who try to preach. But they had an answer. I had to be baptized in the name of the Father, Son, and Holy Spirit. “I’ve already been baptized in that manner,” I retorted.
Then they asked me what the name of the Father was. “Jehovah,” I answered. They were glad I knew the answer, but they pressed forward asking me what the son’s name was. “Jesus Christ,” I answered. Then came the million dollar question. “And what is the Holy Spirit’s name?”
Did I know the answer? Had I ever testified at testimony meeting on a Fast Sunday concerning the name of the Holy Spirit? But all of us knew. The Holy Spirit’s name was Christ Ahnsahnghong.
I dared not blaspheme against the Holy Ghost at that point. I submitted to the will of God. I let them baptize me.
I’ve been a faithful attendee at Church of God services since then. Sorry my Latter-day Saint friends! I have to live out my new faith. God put it in my heart. Mother-Father led me to the truth. Father, Son, and Holy Spirit Christ Ahnsahnghong. All one God. Amen.