I was raised in the Mormon Church. In 1963 our family of 8 lost our home when it burned to the ground. My parents, while hard working, had barely made do up to that point.

Without even asking for help, the church immediately provided groceries. My first ever frozen orange juice concentrate! It all came from the local warehouse. This only lasted a short time, as my parents had an income, even if not a home. Congregation members jumped in to donate used furnishings, appliances, clothing, etc. to make up for our loss.

Our family, though the love and devotion of our congregation, hardly skipped a bit.

While I have not been actively involved in the LDS church for 20 years, I am grateful for q Mormon background, its support in my youth, and its teachings of preparedness.