I know if all you RM’s dig deep down in your journals, you can come up with some good ones. I’ll share two.<\/p>\n
Elder B. was my second greenie. Our area was North Las Vegas. At transfers we would meet at the chapel located on East Viking Road and await our new missionaries. President had all us trainers in a short meeting, going over what he expected of us with the new missionaries. He asked that we work them straight until bed time.<\/p>\n
Elder B. was all smiles and had way too much luggage, but we loaded it into the car and off we went to our apartment. We quickly dropped his stuff off and proceeded to go tracting for the rest of the day (about 6 hours of tracting with an hour for dinner).<\/p>\n
I asked him if he had ever role played tracting at the MTC and he said he had. I asked if he felt comfortable doing a door approach on his own and he said not yet. I said that I would continue to do them until he was comfortable. We prayed, picked a location and went to work. I think I must have done about 30 doors before he felt comfortable trying one. He was really nervous. I assured him that I would be there to help him out if he needed it. He was ready to try the next door.<\/p>\n
Elder B. knocked at the door. What happened next was not what he expected in a million years. The most gigantic, African American (think green mile dude) came to the door, holding a gun in his hand. To put this in perspective, I was a skinny white kid, 5′ 9″ and barely 130 lbs. Elder B was about 5′ 4″, and just as white as me, and probably 115 lbs. We were both pretty shocked and Elder B. had no idea what to say. I jumped in and did a standard door approach, trying not to look at the gleaming weapon in this guy’s hand.<\/p>\n
Turns out he was just cleaning the gun when we approached. Who knows, perhaps he was a cop or something, but a really nice fellow and totally non-threatening. He politely declined our invitation to learn more and we said our goodbye’s. I think Elder B. might have needed to change his shorts, but we kept going and the remainder of our time was uneventful. Welcome to Las Vegas Elder B.<\/p>\n
The second happened to a companionship in my district. We were at a district meeting, going over our area boards when this elder shares an experience he had while on splits. He was at a second discussion with a Stake Missionary. The SM was African American and the family they were giving the discussions to was also African American. This elder was Caucasian.<\/p>\n
During the discussion, the elder asked the SM to share an experience related to the principle being taught. The SM proceeded to say to the father of the family:<\/p>\n
“It is important to know that in the Celestial Kingdom you will be white and have seven wives.”<\/p>\n
Both the elder and the family being taught were stunned. The father responded with “I don’t want to be white and I don’t want seven wives!”<\/p>\n
The SM and the father proceeded to argue this point of “Doctrine” for the next few minutes until the elder and SM were asked to leave.<\/p>\n
So, anyone else out there have a good story to two to tell? Share ’em if you got ’em.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"