As a proud and open Christian (not Mormon, but similar still), I fine this piece interesting because even though I still believe, as I always have, I just feel like a lukewarm Christian sometimes. Like I’m not living how I’m supposed to.
We had Jehovah witnesses calling at our house for many years when we first moved to France, the family, usually three of them, mother father and daughter, were super kind and friendly and we always invited them in for tea, cake and discussion. They tried their best to convert us though we told them every time that our beliefs lay more in the worship of nature, explanation was sketchy at best given that neither my husband or I spoke French terribly well (make that appallingly) but they persevered for over eight years and then all of a sudden just stopped coming. We actually quite missed their visits despite feeling rather guilty that they were wasting their time...
Your two pretty girls on their mission reminded me of those visits, the dedication of these people to an invisible religious belief always astounds me... and always will - thank you for sharing. 🙏🏽
Yeah, at the very least it's admirable that they believe and dedicate so much time to their beliefs. I have a lot of things I believe but I don't know if I would be willing to move away from home to share them with people who may be cruel to me, so I try to always be kind to them when they come around.
If only the beliefs were structured around the kind people who go to the church. It would be much easier to spend time talking to them without feeling guilty about it! It's special to have the small moments here and there, though, even as memories. :)
As a proud and open Christian (not Mormon, but similar still), I fine this piece interesting because even though I still believe, as I always have, I just feel like a lukewarm Christian sometimes. Like I’m not living how I’m supposed to.
I feel like the best christian is the once who lives like christ <3
We had Jehovah witnesses calling at our house for many years when we first moved to France, the family, usually three of them, mother father and daughter, were super kind and friendly and we always invited them in for tea, cake and discussion. They tried their best to convert us though we told them every time that our beliefs lay more in the worship of nature, explanation was sketchy at best given that neither my husband or I spoke French terribly well (make that appallingly) but they persevered for over eight years and then all of a sudden just stopped coming. We actually quite missed their visits despite feeling rather guilty that they were wasting their time...
Your two pretty girls on their mission reminded me of those visits, the dedication of these people to an invisible religious belief always astounds me... and always will - thank you for sharing. 🙏🏽
Yeah, at the very least it's admirable that they believe and dedicate so much time to their beliefs. I have a lot of things I believe but I don't know if I would be willing to move away from home to share them with people who may be cruel to me, so I try to always be kind to them when they come around.
If only the beliefs were structured around the kind people who go to the church. It would be much easier to spend time talking to them without feeling guilty about it! It's special to have the small moments here and there, though, even as memories. :)