Ok, the public has been clamoring for more office pictures.
Never let it be said that I didn't care about the little people!
This one is just for Eri!
Thanks for the cute note thing!
Next we have my desk, with my infamous cranberry and ginger ale mix next to my difficult work laptop!
My bookshelf/Europe corner.
Last, the overall picture.
Pretty glamorous, eth?
Now..on to the craziest mission story EVER told...
So, Laura (my former intern) and her companion get a call from a woman they had been teaching.
I think she was committed for baptism.
She stated that she urgently needed to talk to them.
They got it approved by their zone leaders as it was after 9:30 pm.
Then, they ran across the street to where this lady lived.
(Right across from them)
So, the scene is set.
It's a dark and hopefully stormy night when they arrive at their investigators house..
So, the woman invited them down the hall to her kitchen?
Living room.?
Somewhere with a table.
Spread across this table was every piece of church literature they had ever given her.
And on top of that literature were her pills.
That's right, her pills.
Laura said that they were laid out in an organized fashion.
Like: Joseph Smith pamphlet and xanax,
proclamation to the family and ativan.
Anyway, at this point the woman began to speak to them about something.
I think she was calling them out and talking about the devil.
There may or may not have been some kind of exorcism that occurred.
(I am such a great listener).
Anyway, whatever was said, they took the whole pill/religious documents as their cue to leave.
But before they could leave..
This woman stood up and began speaking some language.
(Laura says it was NOT gibberish).
They were edging toward the door and asking her what she was saying, when she announced "I was speaking Aramaic, because I am Jesus Christ"
Did it end there, dear readers?
Of course not.
Laura and her comp tried to get out, but the woman blocked them in to her narrow hallway.
You heard it right... Laura and her comp faced down a female Jesus in the narrow hallway of her one bedroom apartment surrounded by all of her pills.
Apparently, at this point, Laura's comp yelled "What's that over there?"
When the woman turned, they pushed past her and got out of the apartment.
As they ran to their apartment, she continued to shout threats and taunts at them.
I think it was like "I'm watching you", "You're Satan's puppets", stuff like that etc.
I doubt anyone could top that, but I challenge all you RM's out there to try!
Thanks for letting me tell your story, Laura.
You are the best.
In exchange I bequeath you my black office chair!
Lori Ann
Well,
