A Conversion Story (Part XVII)
(Coming in late? Start from the beginning!)
On the afternoon of Saturday, August 17—the same day I had my meeting with Pastor Andy—the missionaries came back to give Keith and me the third discussion. Again we bought cookies; again they failed to eat many. It quickly became the joke that we were buying them for ourselves.
On Thursday, August 22, the missionaries returned to give us the fourth discussion. The plan was to complete the discussion that night, return to give us the fifth discussion on Saturday the 24th, and finish up with the sixth on Monday the 26th. Unfortunately, we got off on so many tangents that our Thursday appointment took over five hours. The missionaries had to get home for curfew (and probably still missed it), plus we never finished the discussion. As a result of all this, our meeting on the 24th became “Fourth Discussion, Part II”; and the final two discussions were sandwiched into our time on the 26th.
On Tuesday, August 27th, we drove out to the ward meetinghouse for appointments with our bishop, Kirk Drussel. I suppose he was concerned that these two teenagers were joining the Church without family support, and he wanted to make sure we were solid—especially since we lived two counties away from the meetinghouse, in a town with only one other active Latter-day Saint. I guess everything sounded good to him, since we weren’t told we couldn’t get baptized.
Finally, on Wednesday, August 28th, we drove out to an unfamiliar Roy Rogers, where a bunch of missionaries were having their P-day lunch. A nice, young elder met with Keith and me individually, on the roof of Keith’s car, asking us some questions about our testimonies and whether or not we had done certain stuff in the past. It was pretty similar to some questions the bishop had already asked us, but we figured he was just curious. When I finally served a mission, myself, I figured out that that must have been our official baptismal interview.
Tune in next time for my baptism!
“Then Philip went down to the city of Samaria, and preached Christ unto them.… [And] when they believed Philip preaching the things concerning the kingdom of God, and the name of Jesus Christ, they were baptized, both men and women.” (Acts 8:5,12).
On the afternoon of Saturday, August 17—the same day I had my meeting with Pastor Andy—the missionaries came back to give Keith and me the third discussion. Again we bought cookies; again they failed to eat many. It quickly became the joke that we were buying them for ourselves.
On Thursday, August 22, the missionaries returned to give us the fourth discussion. The plan was to complete the discussion that night, return to give us the fifth discussion on Saturday the 24th, and finish up with the sixth on Monday the 26th. Unfortunately, we got off on so many tangents that our Thursday appointment took over five hours. The missionaries had to get home for curfew (and probably still missed it), plus we never finished the discussion. As a result of all this, our meeting on the 24th became “Fourth Discussion, Part II”; and the final two discussions were sandwiched into our time on the 26th.
On Tuesday, August 27th, we drove out to the ward meetinghouse for appointments with our bishop, Kirk Drussel. I suppose he was concerned that these two teenagers were joining the Church without family support, and he wanted to make sure we were solid—especially since we lived two counties away from the meetinghouse, in a town with only one other active Latter-day Saint. I guess everything sounded good to him, since we weren’t told we couldn’t get baptized.
Finally, on Wednesday, August 28th, we drove out to an unfamiliar Roy Rogers, where a bunch of missionaries were having their P-day lunch. A nice, young elder met with Keith and me individually, on the roof of Keith’s car, asking us some questions about our testimonies and whether or not we had done certain stuff in the past. It was pretty similar to some questions the bishop had already asked us, but we figured he was just curious. When I finally served a mission, myself, I figured out that that must have been our official baptismal interview.
Tune in next time for my baptism!
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