Sacrificing the Firstborn

The fairy tale of Rumpelstiltskin is told as following:

There was once a miller who was poor, but he had one beautiful daughter. It happened one day that he came to speak with the king, and, to give himself consequence, he told him that he had a daughter who could spin gold out of straw. The king said to the miller: “That is an art that pleases me well; if thy daughter is as clever as you say, bring her to my castle to-morrow, that I may put her to the proof.”

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The Gift of Sales

In the latter part of serving my LDS mission the church decided to revamp methods of ways in which we teach and approach people. Several zone conferences and district meetings centered around these new methods and emphasis. Prior to rolling out training to the whole mission, the mission leadership, namely the Assistants (APs, Apes, or whatever name is your preference) went on exchanges with missionaries that were close to the mission home at the time to train missionaries on these new methods. So it was my lot one fated day to host one of the Apes in my area and take him around to see the people we were teaching and also do some door to door.

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Witnesses and Dimwits

Not long ago I had a dream that left an impression on me. Not some fantastical or visionary dream, but a dream that does what dreams are supposed to do – help process what is in your subconscious. This was a dream similar to many I’ve had in the past. Ever since I returned from serving a mission, I’ve had dreams that I’m being sent back out on one.

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The Fee for Salvation

Years ago while I was a missionary, my missionary companion and I started teaching a gentleman that was a successful businessman. As such, he was often busy, but interested in learning more about the LDS church and what it taught. Because of his busy schedule our lessons were strictly by appointment. We met every few weeks. He would give us a call when he was available, and established the tradition that if we were having a lesson he would buy us lunch or dinner so we could feast on the good word and good food. I’ll always remember something he said before one of our appointments. He said, “Don’t worry, I’ll pick up good food. I don’t believe in eating food that doesn’t taste good.”

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