I was blogging but was

I
was blogging but was interrupted by a knock at the door. Two clean shaven,
recently shorn, suit-clad young men politely greeted me. Missionaries. Mormon
missionaries. They first showed up a week before Thanksgiving. We chatted at the
door for about 20 minutes. Both of them being from the Midwest (as am I) we had
much to reminisce about. Rules of engagement don't allow for them to step inside
without a man present, so we finished up our conversation and I told them to
come back after 6:30 some evening. I told them not to expect a conversion when
they returned. I would never convert to Mormonism, but I would love to have some
of my questions answered and enjoy a good discussion about beliefs. Well, as I
was beginning to blog about my excitement of attending my city's premiere
viewing of "The Return of the King", guess who knocked on the door? This time,
one of the original two had been reassigned and so I was introduced to another
kid, light-eyed and excessively polite. They wished to attempt to schedule a
time to "visit" with us. I told them Saturday was perfect. I really do welcome
discussing their faith with them. I plan on making some delicious treat,
drinking my coffee and cream with it, and R and I going head to head with this.
When pressed, they admitted that they had "heard" that there was a person with
my name that lived on my street. Since the local wards print neighborhood maps
of those who are members, it would be quite easy to locate us as we are the only
ones for two blocks who aren't members. So, there is a big blank on the two
centimeter square designated for our house number. R isn't so comfortable having
them around our children. I think that I agree. When they are older and more
solid in the faith that we are imparting to them, then I would encourage
personal investigation of other faiths. So, it looks like Saturday morning,
instead of my usual virtual cruise, I will be traveling the waters of The
Articles of Faith, The Doctrine and Covenants, and The Pearl of Great Price with
several captains of a misguided ship. Notice from this blog that I am not a
post-modern relativist. I think each person should whole heartedly believe that
theirs is the only truth. I mean, what's the point of my believing it as real
and true if something else could also be real and true? While I believe that
surpressed truth in relationships is sometimes like an onion (layered and a bit
uncomfortable to deal with), I don't believe that universal truth is relative
and shaped by the thoughts and hands of man (notice I said truth, not history,
real history, that is). Now, something considered by many to be far more
trivial: The Return of the King! I can't wait to be qued up, holding my
delicious cup of coffee in the cold night, waiting to acquire the perfect seats
to take in one of my favorite movies of all time! E is ecstatic! She feels most
cool to be taking in a midnight premiere with her mum! We will sneak in our
favorite treats, but will submit to the hosing for popcorn and drinks (would
they object to my covertly inserting limes to my diet Vanilla Coke?). Wonderful
evening planned- enthusiasm, delight, and wonderment are on the menu. How could
it be better?