Autodidact said:
Mormons in this forum are still waiting for a shred of evidence that Lamanites came to America, and fervently believe it will come one day.
Actually, most Mormons on this forum are waiting much more fervently for you to knock off the never-ending insults directed at our beliefs, but it doesn't appear very likely that this will ever happen.
My sister, who was an agnostic leaning towards atheism for at least thirty-five of her fifty-five years, recently came to believe that God does exist. This spring, her 17-year-old son, who has Cystic Fibrosis, was in a rollover (3 complete rolls) automobile accident on the interstate east of Salt Lake City, and crushed four vertebrae (cervical and thoracic). He was neither killed nor paralyzed. The doctors were extremely concerned, not only about his broken back, but about the effect that his lengthy recovery would have on his Cystic Fibrosis, since he would be unable to continue with his breathing treatments while he was in his brace. It has now been almost exactly six months since his accident. He has no remaining problems whatsoever with his spine and his CF is no worse than it was before the accident.
Two weeks into her son's hospital stay, my sister's 54-year-old husband found out that he had prostate cancer and had to undergo surgery. After the follow-up exam a month after the surgery, his surgeon reported that he got every last spec of the cancer out. My brother in law is now 100% cancer-free.
Two months later, my 95-year-old mother suddenly became very, very sick. We ended up calling in hospice and were preparing for her to die within a week or ten days. Now, more than two months later, she is improving every day. There is absolutely no reason for us to believe that she will not be around to celebrate -- in good health -- her 96th birthday nine months from now.
Obviously, the skeptics will remain unimpressed, but my sister finally acknowledged the fact that all of these things were more than mere coincidence and for what was probably the first time in thirty-five years, she prayed. She told me exactly what she said in her prayer (and it sounded just like her):
"Okay God, you win. You exist. Thank you."
I'd been praying for thirty-five years that she would someday realize that God exists, knows each of us personally, is aware of our needs, and will answer our prayers. My prayers for her, for her son, for her husband, and for my mother have been answered. I don't know about anybody else's prayers, but my prayers work.