January 15, 2015
On Monday
evening (January 5, 2015) I realized that Mormons were indeed pretty normal
human beings. At least “my” missionaries were. I liked Sister Elsa and Sister
Belle (remember, I changed their names ;D) from the first moment on. Sister
Elsa was only 19 years old and Sister Belle 22. I was still 18 that day but
both of them looked way younger than me. They were from pretty cool places
around the world and German wasn’t their mother tongue. Still, we could
communicate in German…and that really impressed me.
We did some
small talk before they carefully started to move on to the actual topic:
their religion. They wanted to know where I had heard about Mormons. I truthfully
explained that The Piano Guys were to blame. To my surprise, both of them
didn’t only know The Piano Guys, they were actually pretty fond of them! Yes
okay, I admit it, at that point they had already kinda won me over.
They were
incredibly friendly and polite, smiled all the time (can you get sore muscles
from smiling all the time?) and never disagreed with me, even though I’m pretty
sure that most of the stuff I said was nonsense. They gave me a Book of Mormon
and a brief summary of its content. They only asked easy questions, like e.g.
“Which role does religion play in your life?”. Well, that question was easy for
me to answer at that moment because a simple “Actually no role at all” did the
job. If they asked me again today…oh man, that would be extremely difficult to
answer!
Their incredibly
sweet English accents made them even more likeable to me. I’m obsessed with the
USA and the English language! (Even though I really don’t enjoy talking English
because of my good, old frenemy “th”) I was absolutely impressed by their
great German speaking skills after only a few months of being in Germany. If
you sent me to France, and I learned that language in school for almost 7
years, I’d be totally lost. They didn’t learn German in school before they came
here and still we could talk in German. Those Mormons must be linguistic
geniuses!
What
strikes me most, though, is that I seriously prayed at the end of the meeting.
For the first time in my life!! It was 110% embarrassing and I had no idea what
to say or how ‘prayers’ work, but I did it nevertheless. I’m sure it was the
worst prayer anyone had ever spoken and you probably can’t even call it a
prayer, but still, it was a pretty formative experience.
Before they
left we made another appointment…the journey has just begun.
(Yes I know, I already used this video for the "Who Am I"-Page but I just really love this song and it really fits this post … actually it would fit every post but yeah, I really like it, so deal with it! :D)
