Feb 12, 2005 16:38
Okay. So I'm sitting here watching Bill and Ted's Excellent Adventure. I'm at my apartment, which is really a rarity for me. I get a knock at the door and assume that it's my roommate's boyfriend. I open the door and there are two young men with ties and jackets, and backpacks, and nametags that say they're "Elder So-And-So" and they introduce themselves and ask for a moment of my time. I know they're Mormons. I know they're missionaries. But I have friends of varying religions and why should I be open to discussion with Christians, Pagans, and so forth, and not be open to Mormons and Catholics? I give them an affirmative for discussion, and allow them to go through their schpiel. We open in prayer, and discuss the finer points of the Mormon philosophy for about twenty minutes. At the end they ask what I think, and I was unsure what to say. I'm not going to join their church, but I ask them for clarification of the question. They ask if I would pray about the decision and read their book, particularly the section where the formation of their faith was written. I said sure. Now they want to come back and talk with me about it. I should ask my jack-mormon friends what are some of the more colorful ways of avoiding them until they give up. They were pretty cool, but I don't follow denomination. And I remember reading somewhere that Revelation was the LAST scripture to be written and given to God's people. Eh. Whatever. I think they took my openness to others beliefs and willingness to hear opinion and discuss religion and invitation to suck me into their structure. I'm going to go read the Book Of Mormon. I think we should start decorating the apartment with sex toys and keep a bowl of condoms on the living room coffee table...just in case they come back.
See ya.