I was home alone tonight. Feeling worn down and a little ill. Low in spirit, as it were. I have work to do, feeling a little stressed about all that was on my plate, and not quite up to the task. The door bell rang, and there were not 2, but three young men, LDS missionaries working into the evening. They agreed to come in for a pleasant chat, and we had a wide ranging discussion on the nature of faith, the nature of god, the nature of man, the nature of love, and what constitutes moral virtue. We found areas of agreement and disagreement. The senior missionary agree that God did not judge people as worthy of eternal life based simply on the acceptance of the doctrine of one particular church. Or more to the point, he said that if he were God he would be more interested in what was in the heart, not the specific believe or doctrine. He thought an old humanist such as my self would make it into his idea of the heaven just fine. Time grew short, they had other souls to save. We prayed together, and thanked god as we each understood her, for our time together. It was a lovely way to spend the evening. My spirits were lifted and I felt blessed. I wonder if they will come back? I expect there time could be better spent elsewhere, looking for other lost souls. I hope they do come back.
Posted on: Thu, 26 Sep 2013 04:14:13 +0000
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