Hey, welcome back to not so Molly Mormon podcast, another minisode with me. I'm your host, Katie. Thanks for being here. Today we have a story about missionaries.

This is a good one, so I'm going to get right into it.

Good afternoon, you beautiful fellow apostates. Hope you are well. Quick background. A very inactive member

since all my life. My mother got out and had me young, however the rest of the family is still

active. So I spent the youth between the church with my grandparents and secularism with my mama.

Gave me an interesting perspective seeing both sides of the

veil, so to speak. I have never had my name removed from the records, nor have I given any thought.

Just whenever I moved, my grandma would let the local ward know where I was so missionaries could come

try and save me and bring me back.

I left out names and places in here just in case I don't want someone getting in shit from the church.

Semi recently a new pair of fellas came a call in. I usually just politely decline them and send them

away until the next couple come by in a year or so.

I cannot say why, but this time I was in a bit of a mood and did not quickly send them off.

I started to and they asked, well, do you know anyone who might need Jesus?

They have done this one recently when I decline, so I assume it's a new in tactic, but this

time, instead of saying no and closing the door, I actually said, yeah, you and Rusty Nelson,

honestly.

Aplause.

I don't know why I did, maybe because my lady wasn't home to keep me kind and polite.

They were very, very taken aback, actually had no words at first, just mouth agape.

That's a nasty word.

I apologized and offered to talk to them outside.

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