Thursday, May 10, 2007

and in this corner, weighing in at 165 lbs, straight from Salt Lake City, Utah...


monday. its the first day of moving into our new house in hurricane creek. we borrowed a huge trailer from the lazors to haul our big stuff. we traded the white car for the gaines' van for the week. we hag a huge amount of stuff. we had beds, dressers, a big kitchen table, the hutch, couches, my grandmothers old organ, coffee tables and bedside tables, and one giant stereo cabinet that we dubbed "the beast." we pull up and park the van and truck on the street in front of the house and got out to survey the massive amount of work which lay before us. it took me, dad, and grandpa jack something like two hours to get this stuff out of the old house and into/onto the vehicles. as we are standing there, who else but two Mormon "missionaries" walk up the street. "Can we help?" they ask with two grins, each setting down their blue weathered Book of Mormon on the lawn next to the curb. i gave dad this "are you serious?" look and he just shrugged. if they wanted to help, we weren't going to stop them. grandpa was a little more on the offensive. he said that they way he saw it, the longer we kept them, we would be helping keep them from talking to other people. they were a tremendous help on the big stuff like the beast. it was really nice to have four extra hands carrying our furniture into the new house. as they helped us move, the whole time dad was putting in little plugs about how he travels to Africa to teach pastors and how i traveled to Romania to help in an orphanage. Jack would talk about how, during the depression, the Mormons took care of their own and not one Mormon was on welfare. all of these things put together added up to them not even trying their spiel on us. when it was all in, they had a glass of water, rolled their sleeves back down, picked up their heretical book, and were on their way.

the Lord sent Mormons to help us move in. if anyone says that God doesn't have a sense of humor, i would point them to situations such as this. they came just at the right time. honestly, it was quite providential that they showed up. it would have been much harder to get some of that stuff inside without their help. so, this week, i have been thanking the Lord for Mormon missionaries. if nothing else, they make good movers in a pinch.

2 comments:

Mary Ann said...

I think the most I've laughed all day was reading your blog.

..."This guy"...

Tobi said...

Great action shots. oh man, that makes me laugh. For some reason I was under the impression that there weren't many Mormons in the South. Glad you got some use out of them!