There was no real ‘typical’ encounter. They differed according to the people involved. We would ask if they’d like to more about what we believed, and if they did, or had questions, we would have a brief discussion and set up lessons. Sometimes we were treated with great courtesy. Sometimes we were not. Sometimes we were treated to squash and buiscuits (that’s punch and cookies to the folks in the USA). Sometimes we had rocks thrown at us. We never knew what would greet us when the door was answered.
I taught several people through to baptism that other missionaries found for me. I found people that other missionaries taught through to baptism. I never found, taught or saw through to baptism a single person. My 'success rate" was not numerically high,but those I taught are still very strong in the church. So are their children, grandchildren and great grandchildren. I did mention that my mission was a long time ago, didn’t I?
I still keep in contact with two or three families.
Mission experiences are life changing…I think that even those missionaries who later leave the church can say that. I have memories of some very intense encounters; some really strange ones, cruel ones, abusive ones…and funny, blessed, spiritual and life affirming experiences, too… I remember the purely intellectual exchanges with the atheists who were simply curious, the evanglicals who met me at the door with piles of pamphlets…and the Catholic octogenarian who met me at the door with a crucifix and holy water, who threw the water in my face and told me (or the evil spirit in me, I was never quite sure which…) to begone.
She instantly apologized to us…she hadn’t seen the little black name tag that identified us as MORMON missionaries. She thought we were the Baptists who had been bugging her every other day for three months.
SHE invited us in, fed us lunch and we had a lovely time.
…and no, she didn’t become a Mormon (at least not while I was there), but she did love to have the missionaries stop by. We made sure she got to the doctor, got her prescriptions and had company on holidays.
She IS one of my favorite memories.
Diana