Send in a survivor!

I think about the young LDS missionaries when I see them riding around. Nice young kids, looking well dressed and well groomed and well mannered and utterly perfect. But if they come to my door I will politely tell them no thanks, and good luck.

Not that I do not believe their sincerity or admire their commitment. I do ! My only problem is that they are so young and fresh faced and perfect and what could they have been through that could convinve me that their religion is the best, or their connection to God is the most assured? What have they been through?

SEND me Viktor Frankl, who survived the holocaust and went on to bring humanity logotherapy.

SEND me a parent who has lost a child, and found the courage to go on.

Send Me A political prisoner who has been freed by a campaing of letter writing and international pressure. If you send me Nelson Mandella or any other freed prisoner of consious, I will let them in and hang on their every word. (I realize Mandella has other priorities but you get the idea).

SEND someone who has lost everything and learned to love deeper and find more meaning.

SEND a former crack prostitute who has burns from a meth lab accident, and saw the light in the kindness of a hospital nurse.

Send a feral cat, and see if I can feed it. See if I can not feed it.





But God, if you keep sending these eager young well meaning kids, Im going to put them to work pulling weeds! Ok then Ill give them lemonade, but I am serious about the weeds.