This article appears courtesy of the Desert News.
Recently I was walking from one end of town to the other. It was the kind of long walk that clears your head and makes you grateful for good shoes. Halfway across a bridge over the interstate, I spotted a friend talking with someone I didn’t recognize.
My friend introduced us, and we dove into small talk. Then, quickly — with barely a blink — this new acquaintance looked me in the eye and asked, “Do you have a church?”
“I do,” I said. “I’m a member of The Church of Jesus Christ of Latter-day Saints.”
“That’s great,” he said with a kind smile. “I know it well. I’d love to invite you to my church anyway.”
There was no awkward pause. No qualifying statement. No strategic softening of the ask. Just an invitation.
I thanked him and took a card for his church located a few small towns away in Virginia’s Shenandoah Valley.
Then I walked on, pondering how rarely we do that. But why?
