Speaking Up

[At least once a month, and sometimes more often, President George D. Durrant of the Kentucky Tennessee Mission from 1972 to 1975 would write a message to all of the missionaries. He called such messages 'Newsletters'. This is one of them.]


I saw a young man at McDonalds. He was eating a hamburger, and I, a Big Mac. His hair was short and he wore a white shirt and tie. I came within a gnat's eyelash of saying: "Hi, there. I was wondering if you are a Mormon missionary?"

He would have said, "No, I'm not."

Then I'd have said, "Well, you sure look like an Elder in the Mormon Church."

"Do I?"

"You sure do. You look like a real winner, and that's the way they look."

"Well, thanks for the compliment."

"Anyway, I'm a Mormon missionary. What do you know about the Mormons?"

"Not much."

"Seeing as how you look like a missionary, I'm going to have two of them come by your home and see you. What's your address?"

And then the Elders would have taught him, and then he'd have been baptized and his wife and her parents and her uncle. And this man's sons would have gone on missions and... But all of this won't happen because I only thought of saying something. Then I thought I'd better eat my Big Mac and keep my thoughts to myself.

Now, as I think back, I feel terrible. I wish I could be back there at McDonalds and have a second chance. But I can't go back. I feel sad that I missed it. I humbly pray that I'll never miss such an opportunity again.

What about you? You deserve to give someone a break today at McDonalds. Don't miss your opportunity to build a golden arch from someone to the truth.

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