by Tad R. Callister
One time while on my mission, my companion and I spent some down time tracting. That’s probably the image most people think of when they think of “Mormons” – the door to door visits by missionaries. It’s not the most effective use of time but at least it’s not idling precious time away. Very little good tends to come from it except for the chance to meet a variety of people.On this particular day my companion and I knocked on a door. The person who opened the door was your stereotypical looking young educated professional. He proceeded to turn the table on us and informed us we were brainwashed and the Book of Mormon was nothing more than a hoax. He cautioned us to get an education and learn the facts. Fair enough. We did come to his home and knock on his door without an invitation.
However, it was the next part of the conversation that I remember distinctly.
Right after condemning the Book of Mormon I asked him if he had ever read it.
“No,” he scoffed.
Wow. He had a strong opinion for somebody who had never even read the book.
I have read it. I have read it almost every day for the last 30 years. I have applied Moroni’s promise several times. I have tried to apply its teachings. I have read it when I wanted to know Christ better and to follow Him closer. I have tried to apply its teachings. I have heeded its warnings. I have a testimony that it is, in fact, God’s word.
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