Below is a short excerpt from an article entitled “Why I Love Mormons” printed on RealClearReligion and written by Jeremy Lott, one of the editors of RealClearPolitics. To view the original article, click here.
“It was a cold evening and I was limping home. My right hip can’t swivel like it should, so I’ve always walked with what is technically a limp. It’s been much worse lately because of a hurt foot.
So when the young men on bikes started at me, I was especially unamused. It’s easy enough to knock one guy off of a bicycle if it comes down to that, but more than one was going to be a problem.
They said something to me that I couldn’t make out a block and some yards away, so I ignored them. They kept hailing me, and got louder. “How’s your night going?” Something like that.
I gave them a phony thumbs-up and picked up my limping pace. I hoped whoever they were, that would satisfy any mockery or faux neighborliness they were looking for and they’d peel off.
No such luck. They got closer and louder. So I turned my hoodie to face them…
…and was just about instantly relieved.
I could see that these were either Mormon missionaries or actors dressed up to play Mormon missionaries: young, clean-cut men on bikes with small backpacks and identical, dorky bike helmets.“
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