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Hi I'm Michael Freckleton

I'm a father and a husband. I'm a physician. I'm a writer. And I'm a Mormon.

About Me

My wife and I were married now 29 years ago. We moved to Chicago, where I attended Medical School at Northwestern University, and she finished a degree in Occupational Therapy. We stayed in Chicago for one year while I completed by internship, then moved to Minnesota where I completed my residency training. After four years in Minnesota, it was time to move down to Texas, where we’ve lived since 1994. My wife and kids traveled ahead of me to Texas, and I followed along a week later. I drove our little Ford Escort, with it's broken radio. It was $300 to buy a new radio, and $15 to buy a harmonica. I went with the harmonica, and found myself writing my first play—a musical—accompanied by the harmonica. I know very little about music, but I do know what sounds good to me, and I was able to compose most of the 15 songs for my first play, “America’s Christmas Story”, by the time I reached San Antonio.

Why I am a Mormon

My conversion story began during what I refer to as my “three years war”. I was attending private boarding schools in New England. I came to believe that the only lasting truth in the universe was science, and that religion was all made up. There was so much that didn’t make sense to me. I knew that many Christians had a concept that never settled with me—that there was simply a heaven, and a hell, and one could be standing on the precipice, and then fall into either eternal happiness, or eternal damnation. The stated idea of an eternity spent simply praising God seemed silly to me. I thought, “What kind of a God would be satisfied with having his children doing little but praising him for all eternity?” So I explored many religions, Christian and otherwise. Each one left gaping holes in my understanding. They talked about mysteries, as if their God had things he didn’t want me to know. I couldn’t accept this. I knew that a loving God would want his children to grow, progress, learn, and understand. I remember nights, laying in my dorm room bed, reaching out, as if I could touch truth, but it always seemed just outside my reach. I don’t specifically recall reading the words, of James: “If any of you lack wisdom, let him ask of God, that giveth to all men liberally, and upbraideth not; and it shall be given him.” (James 1:5) But I did understand that if there was a God, he would know the truth, and he would want me to know it. Each time I’d see a glimmer of light, I’d understand a little more. Everything started to make sense. I read the Book of Mormon. I don’t even know that there was specific doctrine that reached me, so much as there was a knowledge that I was reading truth. I felt the emptiness that had consumed me for three years begin to disappear. It’s never returned. And I continue to read, and to study, and to understand more and more, in a life-time, or rather, eternity-time process of progression.

How I live my faith

Shortly after my conversion, at 18 years of age, I found myself on a plane, headed home for spring break. Coincidentally, I was seated next to two Mormon elders, just completing their missionary service in Massachusetts. There was a light about them, and a Spirit. I heard myself ask myself, “Hmmm. I wonder where they’re going to send me on my mission?” From that moment forward, I knew I’d serve a mission for the Church, and at age 19, I did—to the Puerto Rico, San Juan Mission. I returned from that mission with an even greater testimony of the gospel. I knew I wanted to make and keep sacred covenants, that would bring me closer to the Lord, submitting my will to His. I married my dear wife, and I love "playing house" with her. Marriage is wonderful, and just seems to get better and better as time goes on. We have challenges, with very active, intelligent children, and the other bumps and bruises of life, but we know where this is all headed. There were times in our earlier marriage where divorce seemed a possibility, but we'd made covenants, and we worked through our problems and our differences. Now, I really love our differences. For example, my wife buys Orea cookies. She buys peanut butter and also chocolate cookies. I don't like the peanut butter, but when I go to the chocolate cookies, I find she's taken the icing out of them, added this to the peanut butter cookie, and put the chocolate shells back. I love this about her. It's just one of her quirks-- one of the things that makes her the wonderful person she is. I love being a father as well. We've got all the challenges that any modern family has, but we live by the motto: "Not one lost-- we all know the price, and it's worth the cost." Our children-- our family-- is ours forever. I know this is true. We each live by it.

Why don’t Mormons have paid clergy?

Michael Freckleton
When the doctrine that you teach is "for sale", you'll prepare a product that is sell-able. I believe this is why so much religious doctrien has changed so dramatically over the years. When your livlihood isn't based upon a product that you're selling, and your concern isn't about bringing your doctrine to market, you can preach true, unadulterated doctrine. If someone doesn't like what you teach, they can move on to someone who's willing to sell them what their willing to pay form. Show more Show less