I'm sitting in a small room at a church, talking with two guys wearing name tags.
They're Latter Day Saints.
Earlier in the week I had felt a tremendous burden for them when I met them at a mall.
"Tell them our scriptures don't come together / get along" was the only word I heard.
And so this has led to our meeting today.
My goal was to share the gospel.
It was my folly to think that Mormon missionaries wouldn't be sent on the field unequipped.
Try as I might, there were more than a few times where I was speechless with what to say next.
With regard to questions about baptism, works, sin, Jesus.. vs. what the Mormon church teaches
They were in turn asking me things that I was in no way ready for, despite my best efforts of preparation.
After an hour of chatting, we parted ways, neither one conceding an inch.
It's not an inch I was looking for.
I wasn't even looking for a conversion.
I was looking to be obedient to what I believe God put on my heart.
So why did I feel beat up?
I come asking the Father
Were You honored?
Were You proclaimed?
What about the answers I lacked?
"My grace is sufficient for you, my power is made perfect in your weakness"
Praise be to God.
I lay my conversations, and these men at the feet of God.
They were never mine.
Lord have mercy on them.
Lord have mercy on me.