The Mormons visited me last week. Despite the oddity of the encounter, I was interested in what they had to say and in learning more about the Mormon tradition. I even invited them to return to my house for a follow-up appointment tonight. But something came up and my wife and I needed to cancel our date with the missionaries tonight. So I called Elder Watkins, who gave me his cell phone number, to reschedule.
But he’s no longer in town. Elder Watkins got here only a few months ago, but now he’s gone. Surely he wouldn’t have scheduled an appointment with me had he know he was getting shipped off to Singapore, Siberia or San Diego in a few days. And the kind female voice who answered his cell phone offered to visit with me tomorrow, but she otherwise didn’t seem to know about Elder Watkins’ appointment with me (and I don’t think she bought my line about me not having a free night until some time after Flag Day – which isn’t far from the truth).
So I don’t know if I’m relieved or disappointed. I was hoping to ask some questions of our Mormon friends, to probe a little further, to try and understand where they stand in the spiritual world and how I as a Lutheran Christian should look at them. Oh well. Perhaps next time.