I learned on my mission how to appreciate the different beliefs of those around me, and it also taught me how to explain to others why I believe what I believe. This brings joy to my heart. I have missed this feeling terribly. Today I had that experience again.
I started my new job a few months ago and I have met some wonderful people in the process. They are always willing to help me out and answer my hundreds of questions. One of the ladies that I work with has been so sweet to me since day one. I am grateful for her help and her optimism and we have become friends.
Fast forward to today. I was at work on a Saturday when it was slow and calm. We had about a 15-minute stretch between phone calls and as I was sitting there reading my conference talks and my scriptures my friend ended her phone call and turned to me. She said, “Do you ever get mission-sick? Like home sick for the mission you went on?”
I could talk about Texas for a long time.
So I explained that yes, I loved my mission and it changed my life. She asked if I had ever considered getting a job as a missionary or working for the church. I was able to explain to her that we had a lay-ministry where we all volunteer our services and no one is paid. I mentioned a bit about the organization and doctrine of the church and how we believe in a modern-day prophet. She looked at me and said, “I can tell you genuinely believe in your faith, but why do you believe it?
A missionary dream. (:
The Lord blessed me with an opportunity today to share my testimony with a friend. To explain why I believe what I believe. I am grateful for the truth that abounds in the gospel of Jesus Christ. It is the only way that we can return to Father in Heaven. I love sharing it. I explained to my friend, “It fills my body and soul with passion for truth. It brings me joy.”
This is why I was and am a missionary. It brings joy. It changes life. It is the most important thing that we can share. The gospel is real. It is the only way. (: