Last night, two Mormon missionaries came to our door. It was terribly cold outside and I felt bad for them- walking around in parkas and hearing, “No, thanks” from house to house. So, like a good citizen, I turned them away too. Why did I decline their offer to hear, “A message about the book of Mormon.”? Because 1) I didn’t feel like getting into an argument, 2) Kassie and I were watching a movie together, and 3) Malaki had just destroyed the kitchen and living room in his typical fashion.
As I closed the door after explaining that no, I hadn’t read the Book of Mormon (entirely) and no, I didn’t have any questions about the Mormon message, I wondered if I had missed an opportunity. Where theses two proselytizers swine, before whom I should not cast the pearls of the true gospel? Or were they lost sheep of the elect, who would be saved by hearing and believing?
I wish I would have invited them in to talk for a while, so that I could have shared about my hope. However, I’m pretty sure that they wouldn’t have listened. Maybe I should go knock on their door.