Stories: "The spirit stoppeth mine utterance"
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| I just read a scripture today...
2 Nephi 32:7 that reminded me of an experience in my mission...so here it is.
It was a nice day breezy day at Temple Square, but few visitors were seen. Then while at the flagpole, I spotted my group approaching. The man wore an Aloha shirt and his family was begging to take a tour. I had this great feeling we were gonna get along. However... he and his family were pretty quiet throughout the whole tour. For some reason they Father wanted to rush through the tour anytime I mentioned the Book of Mormon...which was several times.I could sense he had many concerns because he kept shaking his head as if he disagreed after I would share bits of my testimony... it went fairly ok though, until I came to desk upstairs where we share a BoM scripture. All the sudden he busted out the concerns. They were twisted concerns I had heard before from a specific church that was very dominant in Montana. Because of my experience handling them many times I felt very prepared in helping him with the truth and the fiction in them. All day in my heart I had a peaceful feeling that the Lord was with me. Well, as he was trying to throw all these doubts about the gospel my way I had in my mind some powerful profound ideas of showing him just how misinformed he was about the Book of Mormon. When I found my chance I opened my mouth and began to talk but the wierd part was no sound came out of my mouth. Strange? I thought so...In fact it became very apparent that nothing was gonna come out of my mouth... no defense scriptures, no resoving his concerns, no words....my throat tightened and I could felt it knot up.....Highly irregular...I had become mute. It shocked me and I felt tears come to my eyes...Oh my gosh... I was crying? I went from confident ready to handle his concerns to a teary eyed, mute. The only thing I could think of to get out of the awkward situation was to stick out my hand and shake everyones hand and mouth out the words Thankyou for coming....The man in the Aloha shirt changed from aggressive and accusing to soft and puzzled and then he almost looked sad for me...I probably looked pretty pathetic. They left and you know those stairs that go down between the Hallways I sat there alone on the stair and cryed and then I was balling...I did not understand why I couldn't speak when I knew perfectly well what to say to him.
Since then I know that the Lord blessed that family and me that day...Of course I was humbled but more than that overwhelmed to know that the Lord was so close to me and he stopped my utterance because he loved that family and he was protecting them from the harsh consequences that come with refusing the knowledge of the gospel from a little aloha missionary. What greater Love can God give? |
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