“A Missionary without a Tag,” Liahona, June 2017
At school I have a teacher who has the kind of personality that might scare someone from sharing opposing views on a subject. One day we got on the topic of LDS missionaries. I knew I could have answered his questions, but I felt like I shouldn’t. So I said just enough to satisfy him for the time being.
For the next few weeks I couldn’t stop thinking about our conversation. Finally, a thought came to me that I should give him a Book of Mormon with a few highlighted phrases about missionary work. The thought scared me, but it persisted. I knew it was a prompting I had to follow.
About two months later, I had the Book of Mormon ready. All day long I felt like the book was burning a hole in my backpack. The three seconds it took for me to hand it to him as I left for winter break was the scariest moment of my life.
On the first day back, I passed his classroom but was scared to go in. Then I heard him call for me, and he gave me a card. I read it in the hallway. He wrote that he had studied “at length” the passages I had marked, and he was beginning to see some reasons behind my faith.
I get excited sharing the gospel now, and I am even more excited to serve my Heavenly Father on a mission soon.