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My mother thinks it all started when I left BYU. In fact, it all started with God's Army. I, a typical "Peter Priesthood" from Idaho, never really considered going on a mission. Actually I was determined I'd be the one kid at Brigham Young University, Provo who didn't serve a mission. After all everyone I knew at BYU was a returned missionary. Everyone a Mormon there. So was I. I had done the whole Mormon thing from Primary awards to being president of my teachers' quorum to being an Eagle Scout. I went to early morning seminary for four years and then--trying to get away from my family in Idaho--I went to BYU. Oh, yes, I did the whole BYU experience. I went to a student ward, and being in a congregation where eveyone was single and a student at BYU was an experience. I lived with two Returned Missionaries and a kid going out on his mission a month before the semester ended and then with a third RM. I dated a new girl most every week, went to firesides and devotionals, sang in the ward and stake Choir, magnified my calling as a home teacher and studied dilligently. But no, I didn't want to go on a misison. I remember my 19th birthday, the day when 'God's Army' opened in local theaters. I still didn't have my papers in and I did not feel the need to talk to my bishop. But that day everything changed. My roommates took me to 'God's Army' after a KFC meal. I was sceptical, thinking that a movie about Mormon Missionaries could only be two ways: The overcheesy Church propaganda movies like 'Labor of Love' and 'Called to Serve' or the anti-Mormon 'Orgasmo'. I never thought that there was something in between. And yet there was. I felt something that I had not felt for a long time. I felt that I needed to go on a mission. That afternoon I called my bishop and 6 weeks later I received my Mission call. Post a comment in response: |
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