From Elizabeth Pigou-Dennis: In late 1981, I was a young university student in Jamaica. I had never heard of the Church of Jesus Christ of Latter-Day Saints. But at that stage of my life, I was searching for a church, or organization that I could devote myself to, and be sure that I was doing the right thing. A couple years previously, I had been seriously considering joining a particular church with which I did volunteer work. I decided to pray about it earnestly, one night. I'd never prayed with such intent. That night I received what I would call a spiritual manifestation. I had the distinct impression that I was not to join that church, but that God had something else for me to do. I gained a witness of Jesus Christ, and knew that some great work was unfolding, and someday I would be drawn to it.

Two years passed after that prayer. One day I was walking on our university campus when I saw two young men in the distance walking towards me. Something in my mind said: "Ask them who they are and what they are doing here." I brushed that impression aside, feeling quite shy. But as the young men approached me, one of them dropped something and bent to pick it up. He said "Hello." I found myself saying:"Hello. Who are you and what are you doing here?" He said they were missionaries of the Church of Jesus Christ of Latter-Day Saints. He gave me pamphlets, and a card with the address where the Church met on Sundays. He was Elder Buck and his companion was Elder Voorhis.

I took the pamphlets and sat in the cafeteria reading them. One was called the Seven Points of Mormonism - if I remember correctly, and was a Reader's Digest supplement. As I read it I knew this was the Church I was to join. I wanted to go next Sunday, but felt so shy and afraid of upsetting my family, I didn't go. A few more Sundays passed and still I couldn't get the courage to visit.

But one day, in January 1982, a few weeks after my first meeting with the missionaries, I was getting ready to go on campus, when I received the distinct and persistent impression in my mind that I was to stay home. I found it puzzling, because I had to go to school. But the impression was so strong, I obeyed it. I stayed home, and in the mid-morning I heard a knocking on the gate. When I looked it was those same two missionaries! They were so surprised to see that they had come to my house, they had no idea where I lived, but they remembered meeting me on campus. I was overjoyed! I had so many questions for them, and I invited them in. They started teaching me the Restored Gospel and the Spirit made it very clear to me that their message was true.

Two weeks later, on January 31, 1982, I was baptized. It was a very difficult thing for me to do. My parents, relatives, and all kinds of acquaintances and friends of my parents were seriously opposed and were quite sure I was doing the wrong thing. But the Spirit strengthened me in my resolve to obey my own innermost promptings. I have no regrets, and have since served a mission and married in the Temple. One of my family members later joined the Church in the United States. About three years ago the missionaries who taught me visited Jamaica with their wives - how wonderful was it to see them again!