"See yourself and others through the eyes of the angels, with unconditional love and acceptance. In this way, you inspire and life everyone to their highest potential."
OK so I was remembering when I first met the boys and I had told them - in a very disjointed and unclear way- a revelation that they were triggering in me. Only I said it wrong because I hadn't had time to say it right and so I knew what I was trying to say but it came out wrong.
It had something to do with acceptance. Like I'm all about "Don't shoot the messenger," and I had the feeling that being a missionary wasn't as easy as they make it seem. Cause you don't really see angry disgruntled missionaries. Like if someone insults them they smile and turn the other cheek and I can see where people might find that annoying....on both sides.
What I had tried to say was people get too caught up on who the messenger is...in this case I was meaning people having preconceived notions about what a Mormon missionary was. Most people aren't even sure what a Mormon is so I think it's easy to just assume they are like bible salesmen or something. FYI they are Christians.
And most people feel their relationship with a higher power, in this case Christ, is personal and good enough. So I can see where the average human being would be closed off from the start to hearing what these people - these messengers- had to say. And it goes the other way too, it's possible these missionaries are just as closed off to us people - also messengers- and what we have to say.
Cause people are people in the end usually.
But I happened to want to be a priest and I happened to want to be a theologian and I still am very interested in biblical research. But they didn't know this when I opened the door. And because they don't have nuns or priests in their church I'm not sure they can even grasp what I'm saying when I say that if it had gone according to my plan I would have been a nun. And they didn't even know that priests and nuns got college degrees.
Anyway.... when I would open the door I looked on them as messengers and I was open to the messages of Christ they wanted to bring up. And I thank God that I came to them as a blank slate instead of assuming that I knew what their message already was. Because when I did say they could leave literature or I did ask them what scriptures would have helped them if they were older housewives who were divorcing a crazy sociopath and starting their lives over at the middle of their lives and somehow trying to be a decent human being and parent to the three kids that were obviously already emotionally damaged from the family splitting in the way it did, they didn't judge either and they brought me comfort in those evenings... and something very Christ like happened I think.... friendship blossomed.
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