Posted by:
flash
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Date: July 20, 2011 01:28PM
Your son needs to understand the harsh reality of being a missionary.
Up until I went on a mission, I was told the rosy picture of what being a missionary would be like, especially from my grandparents. But I did not think about the fact that they came from a different time long ago, a time where a missionary was treated with respect by the church.
I was told over and over again that serving a mission would be this wonderful spiritual experience serving with my fellow young brethren while having the constant companionship of the Holy Ghost guiding you and your companion to honest seekers of the gospel and testifying daily to you that the gospel was true. It would be an experience that, once you returned home, you would be like a saturated sponge dripping with spiritual experiences and with wisdom beyond your years. It was not like this in any way.
In reality, all you do is go door to door trying to sell a religion to already happy people, a religion that is making your life a living hell. As a missionary, I hated tracting with a passion and that is all I ever seemed to do on my mission. The drudgery of spending all day, every day, weekends and holidays, knocking on doors and being told to "get lost" drove me into the ground.
The degree of being told to get lost varied widely from a polite "no thanks" to having guns shoved into my face, but rejection is rejection no matter how it is dished out. A person cannot receive daily non-stop rejection and be immune to it.
Your son will find himself just merely existing to get up in the morning and going tracting, maybe eating some lunch if he could afford it, then go do more tracting, have some swill quality dinner, then doing even more tracting and then maybe, if he is lucky, go to a teaching appointment that, almost without fail, will fall through. The next day he will do the same thing, and the next day, and the next day, and the next day, and the next day...all week...week after week...month after month. Work without end, toil without reward. And he will be doing this while working under an exhaustive set of double-bind rules to ensure that he fails keeping him in a perpetual state of jumping through hoops in order to make himself worthy to the Lord or to the mission leaders. When in reality nothing he ever does will be good enough.
Serving a mission is no fun, period. It is a colossal waste of time and money. That’s what a mission is all about.