Hermanas Get Rejected Too

It’s a well-known pattern in the mission world that sisters just don’t get rejected quite as much as those poor elders do. There’s a lot of different theories as to why that is. I don’t know if it’s the cute dresses, the fact that we can cry on demand, or if Heavenly Father just loves us more. [that’s a joke…] But I’ve definitely been counting my blessings because rejection is hard. And a lot less fun than people accepting the gospel. But don’t think life is all smooth coasting for us herms. We experience rejection too.

Last night [after one of the funnest, most amazing baptism days we’ve ever had] we decided to go out and see a family we’ve been feeling strongly about, as well as a less-active that lives in the same apartment complex. We text them both….no response. Okay well let’s go try another family. Not a good night. Okay well let’s go try those original families and just stop by and see if they’re home. First door. Nobody’s home. Okay next family. Nobody’s home. Okay let’s go follow up with a previous investigator. Nobody. Okay let’s go try to find that contact. First door we tried, a gruff old man comes to the door and says “What do you want?” “Well we’re missionaries from the Church of Jesus Christ of Latter-day Saints.” “Hold on one second.” He closes the door, calls back to someone else in the house, “Did you hear that?”, comes back and says curtly, “You’re wasting your time.” And closes and locks the door before Hermana Larsen could ask him if he knew where Rosalva [the person we were trying to contact] lives.


Well….that was like 12 backup plans that just fell through and we don’t know what to do. So we walked around and started talking to this one family that was so cute. The dad told us that his wife’s sister was Mormon. So they’re golden right? I wish. If he could have stopped talking about the Illuminati for like two seconds maybe he could have realized that we’ve got the truth he’s looking for right here. But he was one of those superstitious “I love God but I don’t do religion” kind of folks. The kind who gets all his conspiracy theory info from those crazy internet sites. Because everyone knows that if it’s on the internet it must be true. What’s that about being ‘kept from the truth because they know not where to find it?’ But we’re not losing faith in him. He gave off such a Mormon vibe out there walking around with his wife [who hid from us] and two daughters. And we got enough testimony of doctrine in there to get him interested. He’ll be in the temple one day. Planting seeds.

Well then. We met Maurice. This 81-year-old man that looked so happy as he was sitting outside on the sidewalk in his little lawn chair just enjoying the night. We love those kind of people. So we go up and say, “Hey we’ve got a book for you!” and start to introduce ourselves. He says, “I’d tell you my name but you won’t believe it.” “Really? What is it?” “Maurice Patterson.” “Oh………why wouldn’t we believe that?” “Cause nobody around here is named Maurice! I’m one of a kind!!!” He exclaims with the cutest toothless smile on his face. In my mind I’m thinking “Crazy old Maurice…Crazy old Maurice….” [Beauty and the Beast] But I’m gonna give the guy the benefit of the doubt. We small talked a little and asked him about his religious background. “Oh I searched for years and years. I tried Mormon, Pentacostal, Catholic–that’s the worst, don’t ever be Catholic…I’ve tried just about everything and I finally found what I’m looking for. The Philadelphia Church of God.” We asked him his experience with our church. “Well. It’s not true. The true church follows all 10 commandments.” “Well sir, we do that.” “What day do you worship?” “Sunday. The Sabbath. And we keep it holy.” “Then you’re breaking the 4th commandment. The commandments say that we should worship on Saturday.”

It was all downhill from there.

We held our tongues and the Spirit helped us be so patient and just testify of what we knew. But it wasn’t going through. When Maurice told Hermana Larsen that her prayer was going to the devil, we just could not hide the shocked looks on our faces…our eyes were the size of golfballs I’m sure. He asked, “You really think your prayer went to the Father?” Hermana Larsen and I responded in unison “I know it did.” We told him to have a great night and walked quickly back to our car.

It was enough for one night.

We went home and just laughedddddd for an hour about the things we wanted to say to those people. And being so grateful for our Mexican families. [The two men we talked to were both white…] And counting our millllions of blessings.

It’s good to be humbled every once in awhile right?

Fresh start this week. I can’t wait.

The church is true!

Hermana Lewis

It's just a little rain...

It’s just a little rain…



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