I spent several summers as an unofficial refreshment stop for Mormon missionaries. Nice young men, whose commitment to actually living their faith earned my respect. They would knock on my door, we would agree that it was pointless trying to convert me…a lost cause… and I would feed them home-made scones and herbal teas. We had some wonderful conversations, they introduced me to the joys of Terry Pratchett and I introduced them to a very different perspective. I never managed to get myself banned by a bishop though…
Nice lads. (Found at Matt Fradd)
Well. I’ve been trying to write the same post since April 2015, and it might (just) be about to be writ… or not… so a little preamble might be in order.
I was at work. The phone rang. It was the wife. She immediately went on a rambling explanation about two clean-cut young men standing on the doorstep. When would I be home to meet them?
Well, it made sense. They were offering something that I badly needed. The comparative religion / cult shelf was missing “The Book of Mormon”. Ironically, I’d seen them sitting in a car on the street the night before. Since they must have noticed me diving through a handily open window in order to avoid them, it couldn’t possibly be awkward when we would finally meet.
Nice pair of misguided lads, with an intensity and fervour which would…
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This is a great story!
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I know the pair of them… it is quite true too 🙂
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Lovely! I can just picture that… x
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They seemed to appreciate the scones 🙂 x
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