She writes in her book, Defined by Christ (Covenant Communications, 2010):
I was once invited to speak to a congregation in the deep South. Apparently they didn’t know I was LDS until I arrived, because the minister seemed utterly shocked when he said some negative things about Latter-day Saints and I told him I was one. His hospitality suddenly turned into hostility. When he introduced me, he said with no hidden disdain that the Mormon Church “is a Christian-like church.”
I was tempted to correct him but sensed that the best doctrine I could possibly teach would come not through my words, but my actions. The next few hours I was on my best behavior, because I felt like I was truly representing Jesus Christ.
After I finished speaking, a number of people approached me and said something to the effect of, “Well, you sure could pass for a real Christian.”
I don’t know if the words were meant as a compliment, but that’s how I chose to interpret them. I smiled, grateful for the spiritual help I’d received in fighting the feelings of the flesh. I did my best to convey the fact that my faith–all of it–hinges on my belief in Jesus Christ and my devotion to His gospel.
When we embraced at my departure, the minister whispered in my ear, “We have nothing in common, Christians and Mormons.”
My eyebrows arched as I backed up. “Is Jesus your Savior?” I asked.
“Ye, ma’am!” he said in his rich Southern drawl.
“He’s my Savior too.”
The smirk melted from the man’s face, and I had to fight the one that threatened to break out on my mine.
That is the essence of my belief: Jesus Christ is my Savior. It’s that simple. It’s that wonderful.
Why, then, have I spent so much of my life feeling unworthy to be saved?