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I’ll tell y’all a funny story about my mission. This happened in 1986 in the North Carolina Raleigh Mission. I was a zone leader assigned to Kinston. There were these two ladies in the ward, two elderly sisters whose parents had converted to the church. I forget their last name. One was a proper southern lady, impeccably dressed and gracious, with a slight blue tint to her hair (I also forget her first name); her sister, named Woody, was the antithesis of a proper southern lady. She preferred the backwoods, wore jeans, flannel shirts, and rubber boots, and drove a yellow toyota mini pickup with a flatbed. Woody would drive us to appointments in her truck when it wasn’t our turn to have the car and we didn’t have time to ride our bikes for 25 miles into the country. Her sister would feed us these amazing southern meals on such days in their well-preserved Victorian home. These two ladies really helped us out. Anyway, one day Woody wanted to come along with us to teach one of her backwoods acquaintences. Fine with us; it’s always better to have a member along when a non-member friend was being taught. It’s easier to convert them that way. Woody drove us to her friend’s (a man, btw) trailer and we proceeded to teach him the first discussion. About half way through, Woody stopped us and bore her testimony, mentioning that if he joined the church, one day he’d be a god with his own planet and have his own spirit children, making them with his wives! “Yessir, you can have lots of wives in the hereafter, too!”. LOL! My companion and I were freaked! Milk before meat, and that kind of thing. We weren’t freaked at what she was teaching, but instead that she blurted all of that out during the first discussion. She didn’t say anything that none of us missionaries or local members believed, it was just that she’d even said it in the first place. We NEVER told investigators those aspects of church teaching about the Celestial Kingdom. Needless to say, that Baptist pal of Woody’s just laughed and showed us the door. We were kind of bugged at Woody. That was the last time we had her along to bear her testimony to an investigator. Hysterically funny, in hindsight. Just as funny as another experience I had in Mt. Olive (you know, where Mt. Olive Pickles come from). We tracted into a nice Baptist couple who we taught and later baptized. Score! I visited a few years later and learned that the night we first knocked on their door, they had just come back from a Klan meeting with a trunk full of moonshine. LOL! I’m proud of that conversion.
Or, Christ saying that His Flesh is real food and it must be eaten if we are to have life in us and then Pope John Paul II saying this is not necessary!!
but I’m still investigating how it’s possible to have an incomplete god as from what I’ve seen in mormon doctrine. This isn’t the God I’ve come to love and worship. This is a stranger I cannot talk to. For those of you who are mormon and wish to talk to me, please don’t feel as if I’ve only said these things to hurt you all. I promise…I’m just trying to seek truth and so far, the Catholic Church is the ONLY church that has withstood my researching and questioning and prodding and my PRAYING.