August 21, 2004--Mormons

A few days ago the doorbell rang, and when I answered it I saw two men in white shirts and ties. A look at their nametags confirmed my suspicions--they were from the church of Jesus Christ of Latterday Saints (otherwise known as Mormons). They were really friendly and wanted to talk to us. My husband was already outside, and had just come around from the backyard, and the kids all wanted to be outside, too. I told the two young men I wasn't interested and made the kids come in and let Erick deal with them.

Joy started to cry because she didn't want to come in. I explained to her that these were Mormons, and that Mormons don't believe the same things we do. My children are pretty impressionable still and I didn't want them out there hearing the lies. So I brought them in and we sat down and talked about what Mormons believe and how they look like Christians and they act like Christians but they are not Christians. We talked about how they are deceived by the devil and how they come around to your door to try to get you to become Mormons, too. They sound like they are saying good Christian things, but they have different meanings to the same kinds of words we use and sometimes it's hard to tell the difference.

Joy was concerned for her daddy. She thought we should warn him immediately! I told her that he already knows about Mormons and they'd be okay. Jay thought someone should tell them the truth, and suggested that we could pray for them. We did that, right then and there. I told them how our church sends out missionaries to the Mormons, too.

Joy wasn't sure about praying for them. In her mind, everyone is still either a Good Guy or a Bad Guy, and it doesn't make sense to her to pray for Bad Guys.