The Book of Mormon

Yesterday the sun had come out and I had fallen asleep on the sofa.  I had been sleeping for maybe 1/2 hour when the doorbell woke me up.  I went to the side door thinking that it was a delivery/package.  Normally the delivery man rings the bell and then places the package right in front of the door so I can't even open the door.  No delivery man, delivery truck on the street or package at that door...and then the bell rang again.  Oh no, someone was at the front door and they were determined to speak to a live person.  Our family van was clearly in the driveway.  I found my trusty blue ski hat and went to the door.

There were two nicely dressed young men at my door.  I noticed right away that they were Mormons on their mission.  The lock on the glass door was caught so it took me awhile to get the actual door open.  I could tell they were amused that I wore a ski hat.  They asked me something that lead me to tell them we attended a church, but not the Mormon church.  They asked me if I knew about their church.  I told them YES!  When I taught for Omaha Public Schools I would take children to sing at the Mormon Trail Center every Christmas.  We would then stay and take the tour.  I told them that the message presented at the Mormon Trail Center is quite inspirational.  (If you ever have the opportunity to go to the Mormon Trail Center, especially at Christmas time, it is impressive.)

One of the young men had said that he had just come from Omaha.  He wanted to know where we lived in Omaha and why did we choose to come to Storm Lake?  We had a very uplifting conversation.  They asked me how I saw God working in my life.  I told them about my current battle with cancer and the love and support that I felt from my coworkers and neighbors.  I told them that I can see God working through many people in my life.  At the end of our conversation one of the young men handed me his Book of Mormon.  He said that he hoped I would find it inspirational.

I, in fact, found the visit from the two young men inspirational.  I feel that they were messengers from God, bringing hope and reaffirming my faith.  I must put my trust in God and take a leap of faith.  I may not be traveling across the rugged terrain in a covered wagon, but I have my own journey to endure. The men did not say this to me. They didn't need to say those words.  I could make my own connection.  I'm not Mormon and I don't plan to make a major religious change.  I don't really think it matters if you are Catholic, Mormon, Baptist, Lutheran, or ....  I think it matters more that you have a faith that is meaningful and positive.

I pray that we may all find hope and healing this Christmas and in the New Year.  I see many angels in my life.  I pray that you may see them too.