At a pirates baseball game, I made friends with a few older guys sitting next to me. The guy sitting directly next to me happened to be one of Chris' alarm sales - but that's another story for another time. They found out I was from Utah. After a brief conversation about skiing (brief because I don't), came, "So are you up there with all those Mormons?" I quickly answered with a bright Beehive-like smile, "I am one of those Mormons!" Short, awkward pause. I break the silence with, "If I cut off any Utah jokes, sorry, you can still tell them." He smiles.
No major missionary moment here. Although I did get a chance to clear up the whole "Warren Jeffs is not part of our church misconception." But, it was the 7th inning and they had just bought a last call Bud. I'm not sure if the countenance I try to remember to pray for was coming through to them, who knows?
So why this anecdote? Because I was very proud, err I mean humbled, well let's see...eager to tell them, yes I belong to the Church of Jesus Christ of Latter-day Saints.
To the three people that might check this blog on a regular basis, there might be more stories about my grateful heart in the LDS church. I was inspired by this article to use my blog more often to share my heart and beliefs.