What is Your Best Missionary Story?

You probably had experiences on your mission that were incredibly spiritual, incredibly funny, moving, crazy, or just dumb.

You know when you got home from your mission that people were interested in your stories for the first week or two and then life entered in and they stopped being interested in the two best years of your life.

But, no matter whether you are 24 or 94, you will find yourself using the phrase, "when I was on my mission..." fairly often in Church or even just talking to strangers who are members.

Here is your chance to share your best stories.

Here are a few instructions:

Keep them to three short paragraphs if at all possible. They may be great stories but you aren't writing another bible. Keep them short and give us the meat. We'll catch on and enjoy them if they aren't long and drawn out.

One story per email please.

Send your story in an email to: create1631.ldsmissionarystories@blogger.com

Put the title of your story in the subject field of your email and put your first name and last initial at the end of your story.

Not every story will make it in. I'll have to look at each one and cut any that may be a problem.

With that said, SEND IN YOUR BEST STUFF!!

A Man Named Hilda

For 9 of the 18 months of my mission, I served part time in the mission office. I was responsible for getting the paperwork from Salt Lake City for the media referrals that came in for our mission. I would then call out the information to the missionaries so they could deliver whatever media the person had ordered. I served in the southern states and we would usually run across peculiar and hard to pronounce names, but we would do our best when relaying that information to the missionaries

One afternoon as I was calling out referrals to the missionaries I was pleased to run across a name that I recognized and could actually pronounce correctly. Since the missionary couple I was calling wasn't at home I was leaving a message, so here's how the message went.

"Hi, Elder and Sister C, this is Sister J, I have a media referral for you. It's for a Bible and it's for a man…(pause)…it's for a man named Hilda." That's as far as I got. After I realized what I had read, and had double-checked that the referral was indeed for a man named Hilda who lived in Georgia, I was lost to giggles. I had to hang up and just laugh. It took me 4 additional messages to get through the entire information before laughter would get the better of me. The missionary couple tape-recorded those messages and have since given me a copy, but not before it was played for all to hear at Zone Conference. Marianne J - Utah

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