A Conversion Story (Part VI)
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So here the story breaks into two sections: the story of me and the one I learned much later, that of the aforementioned reference. As it turns out, the missionaries who were over for dinner were in a different zone than the missionaries serving in my area, and for some reason, they couldn’t just call it in to the mission home. At the next zone conference, it was passed along to the assistants to the mission president, who in turn passed it along to the missionaries in my area.
…who sat on it for almost a month.
You see, before the First Presidency “raised the bar” on missionaries, there were some real losers out in the field. (I’m sure there still are, but probably not as many.) The senior companion among the missionaries in my home ward had been out for 17¼ months, and as far as she was concerned, her mission was over. Her junior companion, Sister Johanson, was practically pulling her hair out trying to get this lazy missionary off her butt to do anything other than go to Church, get some food, or hang around the apartment. After the longest three weeks of her mission, Sister Whatever finally went home and Sister Johanson received a new companion, Sister Fairbanks. Among their first orders of business was to follow up on this Jeff Drake guy that lived on Roland Road, in Pequannock.
Except that Roland Road wasn’t on the map.
Tune in next time for Part VII!
“A slothful man hideth his hand in his bosom, and will not so much as bring it to his mouth again” (Prov. 19:24).
So here the story breaks into two sections: the story of me and the one I learned much later, that of the aforementioned reference. As it turns out, the missionaries who were over for dinner were in a different zone than the missionaries serving in my area, and for some reason, they couldn’t just call it in to the mission home. At the next zone conference, it was passed along to the assistants to the mission president, who in turn passed it along to the missionaries in my area.
…who sat on it for almost a month.
You see, before the First Presidency “raised the bar” on missionaries, there were some real losers out in the field. (I’m sure there still are, but probably not as many.) The senior companion among the missionaries in my home ward had been out for 17¼ months, and as far as she was concerned, her mission was over. Her junior companion, Sister Johanson, was practically pulling her hair out trying to get this lazy missionary off her butt to do anything other than go to Church, get some food, or hang around the apartment. After the longest three weeks of her mission, Sister Whatever finally went home and Sister Johanson received a new companion, Sister Fairbanks. Among their first orders of business was to follow up on this Jeff Drake guy that lived on Roland Road, in Pequannock.
Except that Roland Road wasn’t on the map.
Tune in next time for Part VII!
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