All things Becky15 Higgins/beggy Higgins

When I was in high school every year or so, two random male missionaries in white shirts, black pants, black tie would knock on our front door. They were there to convert us. My parents would try to have a discussion about one topic or another. The missionaries seemed to be well versed in the “dirty laundry” of our religion, which I now know is present in EVERY religion. So these teenagers (not much older than I at the time) seemed to be trying to convince my parents to change religions based on things that one of the popes might have done in the Middle Ages, for instance. Over the years my parents just politely turned them away. When we eventually moved from that house my dad was touching up the paint on the exterior of our house. He noticed little crosses near our doorbell that were pencil drawn. My dad was pretty sure they were some sort of code left for the next visit of missionaries.

Over the years we’ve had neighbors who happened to be Mormon. Early on I really knew nothing about that religion other than my parents’ experiences. These neighbors were all lovely and we became friends. However, we had to come to an agreement not to discuss religion. And as friends go, I knew it was just a surface friendship. To be a true friend we’d have to be Mormon.

The more I learn the more see how far fetched religions can be—this one in particular. I do believe in God and do think it’s a faith thing. But I think the message is pretty basic—the golden rule:treat others as you wish to be treated.