Letters to Missionaries

Love it!  Sister Conley,  When I was in Bakersfield, CA, I encountered a fellow who had lost all hope, his spouse, children, job, car, and was going to lose his house. To say the least, he felt forgotten. It was a Tuesday and he opened the yellow pages (it was the hot summer of 1994) and picked a random spot and dialed to get a job to save his home. The pages landed on the Church of Jesus Christ of Latter-day Saints. Normally the church isn't open but a clerk in that building in the very room, where that phone would ring, answered. They talked for a brief moment then the clerk called us. We had been teaching in the heat and had come in for refreshment when our phone rang. My companion answered. There was a couple of Uh-huh and he turned to me who had just made a sandwich. Elder, the Lord needs us. His voice was bold with a smile. I looked at my sandwich. "Now?" I pleaded. "Yup!" Was the astounding reply. We jumped on our bikes because I knew God didn't need ...

Love it!  Sister Conley,  Storytime for you. There was a time when I and Elder Kunz and I had been praying because of a dry spell. We had taught no one but expressed the joy of the Lord. Well while we were praying and studying one morning, at her time we were renting from a Saint, and at that time he had guests from Texas. It was at this time a woman knocked on our door and she asked to join us while we studied. For a long time, we talked and studied then the miracle came through. Our guest asked us, "I love all of this but I have one question. Who is Joseph Smith?".  We had no idea she was not a saint. Suddenly with a new joy, we taught about the prophet and the book that he brought to the world and she left with a copy of it. A week later the young woman joined the church. Sister Conley, we were in our pajamas when we taught the Lord and His miracle of the Book of Mormon. Our hair was a mess but clearly the righteous do not see our imperfections on the outside but see o...