And It Came To Pass

A Mormon missionary called me tonight.

I got a rush of excitement and nervousness all at once.

Excitement because I love Mormons and I love talking to them about their faith. Their beliefs are a far cry from my very conservative upbringing as a member of the Church of Christ.

My nervousness stems from my fear of letting them down, because I know I’m not going to convert, and they are just sweet missionaries trying their best.

Putting those jumbled up feelings aside, I answered the phone with an open heart and eager ears.

We talked about our majors in college (she’s also in the Family & Consumer Sciences department) and our mutual love for Salt Lake City.

We giggled over Morm Monday’s (thanks for telling her that Kaylee) and I shared with her my interest in being a missionary in Africa.

She then said, “Kaylee told me that you know a lot about the Church.”

Well, isn’t that an understatement?

I once beat Kaylee in a Mormon trivia game.

Seriously, she asked me “What is our women’s class called at church and who founded it?”

I got that right.

Of course, I didn’t tell the Missionary that.

I just said, “Yes, quite a lot.”

“What is keeping you from becoming a member?”

I chewed on my lip for a minute. I wasn’t entirely sure how to answer.

But finally I did.

“I’m content with my faith and what I know and continue to learn about Jesus Christ.”

And isn’t that what we’re all trying to do? To know, love, and be servants of Christ, and to know that He loves us just as much?

So no, I don’t need any converting.

My heart is spoken for.