It Was the Sister Missionaries This Time

I was hanging out with my black-sheep BIL today and who should happen by, but the sister missionaries. Naturally, not one of us is very excited that they are there. We were busy blowing peoples brains out on the PS3.

They invaded the living room and asked if we know anything about the church. This is SLC, of course we have heard about it. BIL put down his controller and walked into the kitchen to get a cup of coffee. My nephew and I basically ignored them and continued with our bloody entertainment.

In response to their question, my sister piped up that we are already members.

"Oh, that's nice," they replied. "Do you know if any of your neighbors would like to meet with us?"

I really hate it when they ask for referrals. 'Every member a missionary' and all the pressure to convert everyone to the church is one of the things that I DON'T MISS the most!

"No, I don't know any of the neighbors," my sister replied.

"Ok, well, before we go is there anything we can do for you?"

"We're good, thanks."

They disappeared out the door.

"I've found that they go away fast if you tell them you're already a member," my sister laughed.

"It worked, coz they're gone!" I replied, relieved.

I don't even care to debate them. I would just rather they leave me entirely alone. I don't hate any of them, but it's difficult for me to even look at them. They are just innocent victims of the cult. Many of them will find their way out on their own. Fortunately.