This is a very strange and interesting question for Mormons.
Are Mormons saved? We discussed that question in the second half of this podcast episode:
The short answer is, some Mormons are saved and some aren’t. Some Mormons are Christians and some aren’t. Just depends if they “get it” on a personal level or not.
But it’s gonna be confusing for them because (1) they don’t use that jargon, and (2) a lot of them think that hasn’t been decided yet, and they need to live a good life first.
When I was 21, an evangelist knocked on my door and asked if I was saved. I said yes. He asked what church I went to, and I pointed across the street, to the LDS church. He said “No no, I don’t mean that.”
We proceeded to have a short conversation on whether or not I was saved.
I was super confused and offended.
How can a total stranger tell me I’m not saved when I had given my life to Christ?
I had accepted Jesus as my Savior on a personal level (without organized religion) when I was about 16.
It counted.
Regardless of any religion, it counted.
Regardless of which book I got that idea from, it counted.
How do I know it counted?
Because the darkness was gone.
I was a new creature.
I had been living in darkness and despair for almost 2 years. I tried on “the world” and found it to be terribly disappointing.
“To be carnally minded is death, but to be spiritually minded is life eternal.” Romans 8:6 was my favorite scripture. Because I had personal experience and I knew this was true.
I didn’t want the world anymore.
The world offered me nothing, only darkness. I found light in Jesus Christ.
My depression was gone. My skin picking OCD was gone—I was done destroying myself in that way. I was healed.
Jesus Christ was my Savior.
I might be the rare Mormon, but I never struggled with shame, not feeling “good enough,” or feeling like I needed to earn my salvation and “do all I could do.”
Ever since my experience, I knew I was saved.
I was still embarrassed and disappointed in my imperfections, but it never got me down. I repent and I’m on track again. I always knew (since my experience) that I was good with God.
I didn’t need to doubt that, ever.
I didn’t have to wait and see how the rest of my life turned out. Because I already had a relationship with God. I knew Christ died for me and I didn’t need to be perfect.
I do wish I had been a better Christian sooner.
I do wish I had understood real Christianity sooner in life.
But I know God meets us where we’re at.
I hope and pray for more “Christians” to feel and understand this, and to be born again through this sweet spirit of Jesus Christ, apart from whatever denomination might be holding them back.
I know I’m far from finished—but your grace is still sufficient
All I Possess 