Men on a Mission

We finally had our first missionaries visit tonight. I was starting to wonder where they were. As expected, they already knew all about us. We joked that there are spies among us. I am rather excited about their scheduled return visit. They had lots of question about Baha’is and were pretty straight forward about their grievances regarding our beliefs. I like that because it means I can be as straight forward with my questions and not have to feel bad about my disagreements with minor points here and there. I have so many questions about the LDS faith that I just couldn’t bring myself to ask my Mormon friends.

I thought I could get up the nerve to ask sweet Tara when we met up in salt Lake a few weeks ago, but I was so emotional over the whole transition that I was just an explosive mass of criticisms. I regret having been as honest as I was about my disappointments over Utah. I have since come to the realization that the behaviors that were so upsetting to me are actually Logan things, not Utah or Mormon wide. This city has a bit of a chip on its shoulder. Thankfully, we are outside of the city now and my perspectives have perked up substantially. Suddenly we are quite happy here and have found a place where, so far, we have been accepted as we are.

Anyway, I am looking forward to an evening of spirit filled discussion. I didn’t realize how much I had been craving some good God discussion until two ex-mormons came by inquiring about the Baha’i Faith and suddenly we were lost in discussion and I felt so revived. we all liked it so much that we’ve been meeting weekly ever since. Soul discussions never get old. So be it missionaries trying to save my soul or seekers at feast, I’ll take it and listen for God’s voice in it all.