Joseph Smith saves!

Wednesday morning was quite frustrating for reasons not worth elaboration, but around noon, as I was walking on campus a Mormon Missionary accosted me and began to walk with me. Perhaps I was so exhausted from the morning I did not have the energy to argue with him or ask questions to innocently challenge his beliefs, which what I might normally do. Instead, I took control of the conversation, and began to ask him what he got out of spreading the word of what he believed in, if it gave his life meaning, and how he found something great and wanted to share it. He said “Yeah, pretty much.” At that point, he launched into his schpiel and asked me about my beliefs. I said they were not religious, and when he offered me reading material, I nicely told him, more than once, he was wasting his time. Oddly enough, that encounter made my day.

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  1. Bob Cormack

    “…that encounter made my day.”
    I know what you mean — I used to invite missionaries into the house and offer them refreshments while debating with them — I had to give it up, since it drove my wife nuts.
    The last missionaries to arrive at my door (about 5 years ago) were a couple of men — one obviously the senior and one an apprentice, of what faith, I don’t know. When I opened the door, the main one immediately asked, “Would you like to know God’s plan for your life?” “Boy, would I ever!” I replied. Encouraged, the man launched into his spiel, which I interrupted by asking “But how do you know that? What if you are mistaken? Don’t you ever wonder if maybe you might be wrong?” I continued in this vein as the missionary kept trying to come up with sufficient proof — pretty much like my young daughter’s way of keeping me spinning with a continuous series of “Whys?”. This didn’t disuade the missionary, but his apprentice started nodding his head and finally said “I know what you mean.” At this, a stunning transformation occured — the missionary whirled about, grabbed his assistant, and marched him off the porch and down the walk without another word or glance at me. In a few moments, they were gone. After recovering from my suprise, I got to thinking that this might be a new and interesting way to interact with missionaries, but alas, I haven’t had another opportunity to try it.

  2. Bob Cormack

    “…that encounter made my day.”
    I know what you mean — I used to invite missionaries into the house and offer them refreshments while debating with them — I had to give it up, since it drove my wife nuts.
    The last missionaries to arrive at my door (about 5 years ago) were a couple of men — one obviously the senior and one an apprentice, of what faith, I don’t know. When I opened the door, the main one immediately asked, “Would you like to know God’s plan for your life?” “Boy, would I ever!” I replied. Encouraged, the man launched into his spiel, which I interrupted by asking “But how do you know that? What if you are mistaken? Don’t you ever wonder if maybe you might be wrong?” I continued in this vein as the missionary kept trying to come up with sufficient proof — pretty much like my young daughter’s way of keeping me spinning with a continuous series of “Whys?”. This didn’t disuade the missionary, but his apprentice started nodding his head and finally said “I know what you mean.” At this, a stunning transformation occured — the missionary whirled about, grabbed his assistant, and marched him off the porch and down the walk without another word or glance at me. In a few moments, they were gone. After recovering from my suprise, I got to thinking that this might be a new and interesting way to interact with missionaries, but alas, I haven’t had another opportunity to try it.

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