The only time I ever had them come to my house was when I was in my mod 20s, a year or so after I finally admitted to myself I didn’t believe in God anymore. I don’t really remember what they asked. Something about some time to talk about God. I sort of teared up and said no I didn’t want to. It was sad. Because I knew they were in the same shit I was in, though I wasn’t a Mormon, just bible belt Christian. I just really didn’t wanna talk to them. The worst part is that I think in that moment they probably thought they broke through to me or something. Or got me thinking about it. Which only made it more difficult.
The only time I ever had them come to my house was when I was in my mod 20s, a year or so after I finally admitted to myself I didn’t believe in God anymore. I don’t really remember what they asked. Something about some time to talk about God. I sort of teared up and said no I didn’t want to. It was sad. Because I knew they were in the same shit I was in, though I wasn’t a Mormon, just bible belt Christian. I just really didn’t wanna talk to them. The worst part is that I think in that moment they probably thought they broke through to me or something. Or got me thinking about it. Which only made it more difficult.