All kinds of ways in...
Back in the day, BYU Education Week used to travel out into the world, and one of the places it came to was Washington, DC., where I lived, and my parents used to write me an excuse for school and take me with them. (We debated on the wording of the note and settled on, "Please excuse Marian from school to attend a series of special lectures.") It was fabulous--we got to hear Reid (music prof) and Hugh Nibley, Truman Madsen, Avard Fairbanks (sculptor) and lots of other notables.
One whose name I don't remember had a unique conversion story. He grew up Southern Baptist in the Bible Belt, and was bombarded with hellfire and brimstone every Sunday as his parents dragged him to church. As soon as he was of age, he joined the army and shipped out, glad to escape the verbal burnings, and sure that they were not true messages of God if there was a God. One of his bunkmates was a little odd--the fellow didn't go out with them on liberty to hit the bars, he didn't swear, and he kept some kind of book that he brought out and read every night before he went to bed, he said when asked that it was his scriptures but it didn't look quite like a Bible. But our narrator here didn't mind that he was a little odd, because he was just a genuinely, thoroughly nice guy, there was no other way to describe him. In fact, he was finding he kind of liked him. There was just something about him.
One day this thoroughly nice guy almost blew him down by asking, "Have you ever met someone and felt like you've known them before, but you know you've never met?" Well, sure, I guess everybody's had that experience sometimes, funny how that is. "Did you ever think that it might be because you knew them in the pre-existence?" No! In the WHAT? "In the pre-existence, before we were born, when we lived with God."
What are you talking about??! He was not going anywhere until he had this conversation, there was no way he could walk away from that line to some mundane task. Half-convinced this seemingly harmless really nice guy might be crazy, he warily agreed to attend church with him on Sunday, remembering the images of damnation shoved down his throat at home. One meeting, he thought, then he could gracefully beg off.
On Sunday, to his astonishment, there was no hellfire, no brimstone, and no collection plate. This was a really different place. As to his 'nice guy' bunkmate? In his words, "I didn't just have one nice guy--this place was a whole hotbed of nice guys!" He'd never seen anything like it. It drew him in like the smell of baking bread through an open window. Charmed by the welcome and the atmosphere of cheerful kindness, he was soon meeting with the missionaries and setting a baptism date.
So, he offered to us, you never know. Put a twinkle in your eye and open your mouth. Love people no matter how they react, and you could be surprised what the Lord can do with you.
After all, you never know.
One whose name I don't remember had a unique conversion story. He grew up Southern Baptist in the Bible Belt, and was bombarded with hellfire and brimstone every Sunday as his parents dragged him to church. As soon as he was of age, he joined the army and shipped out, glad to escape the verbal burnings, and sure that they were not true messages of God if there was a God. One of his bunkmates was a little odd--the fellow didn't go out with them on liberty to hit the bars, he didn't swear, and he kept some kind of book that he brought out and read every night before he went to bed, he said when asked that it was his scriptures but it didn't look quite like a Bible. But our narrator here didn't mind that he was a little odd, because he was just a genuinely, thoroughly nice guy, there was no other way to describe him. In fact, he was finding he kind of liked him. There was just something about him.
One day this thoroughly nice guy almost blew him down by asking, "Have you ever met someone and felt like you've known them before, but you know you've never met?" Well, sure, I guess everybody's had that experience sometimes, funny how that is. "Did you ever think that it might be because you knew them in the pre-existence?" No! In the WHAT? "In the pre-existence, before we were born, when we lived with God."
What are you talking about??! He was not going anywhere until he had this conversation, there was no way he could walk away from that line to some mundane task. Half-convinced this seemingly harmless really nice guy might be crazy, he warily agreed to attend church with him on Sunday, remembering the images of damnation shoved down his throat at home. One meeting, he thought, then he could gracefully beg off.
On Sunday, to his astonishment, there was no hellfire, no brimstone, and no collection plate. This was a really different place. As to his 'nice guy' bunkmate? In his words, "I didn't just have one nice guy--this place was a whole hotbed of nice guys!" He'd never seen anything like it. It drew him in like the smell of baking bread through an open window. Charmed by the welcome and the atmosphere of cheerful kindness, he was soon meeting with the missionaries and setting a baptism date.
So, he offered to us, you never know. Put a twinkle in your eye and open your mouth. Love people no matter how they react, and you could be surprised what the Lord can do with you.
After all, you never know.
Love one another whoever and wherever we are--it's the only way to live.
ReplyDeleteNo, you never know. I attend a senior day care center twice a week, and many (not all) mentally deficient - Alzheimer's, or stroke, or whatever -- and at first I was rather put off. But as I have come to know many, I'm finding just what wonderful people they are.
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