There is a one in three chance that new babies will be born into Christianity, according to global statistics. This is the highest of any faith. In the United States, there’s a 70% chance that new babies will be born into Christianity. When I was born in 1979, the odds were even higher.

But being born into Christianity and converting to Christianity are two very different things. Today I’d like to talk about both. By the end of my remarks, I hope to convert you to the idea that “converting” to Latter Day Christianity (as I call it) is far superior than being converted.

So how did I convert and how am I still converting?

1. I was lucky. Depending on which faith rules the afterlife, I was either lucky or unlucky being born into the most popular faith in the world. Let the record show I believe I was lucky. Like Nephi, the great second prophet in the Book of Mormon, I was born to goodly, devoted, and Christian parents named Brent and Cathy Snow. My mother was a homemaker of six and award-winning entrepreneur from Arizona. My father was a distinguished college professor from Idaho with the kindest eyes you’ve ever seen.

Love, laughter, books, intellectual discussion, entrepreneurship, and the near daily presence of The Holy Ghost dominated my childhood home. I knew early on that my house was different, in a good way. Some friends said I was lucky, which is only partly true. The bigger reason is that my parents lived their religion seven days a week. They upheld and instilled latter day Christianity, from baptism to daily worship, into almost everything. We often prayed together over breakfast, dinner, and bedtime. We sometimes studied the scriptures together. And we usually attended church together. Continue reading…