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Missionary moments: Coffee? No thanks

A number of years ago, when I walked into the office of a customer, his first words were, "Would you like a cup of coffee?" I gave my usual response, "No, thanks. I don't drink coffee. I'm a Mormon."

About a month later, when I visited with this customer he said one of his employees wanted to talk to me. He introduced me to Jack who asked, "You're Mormon?" I answered in the affirmative.

Jack then explained that his son who was attending Washington State University had been introduced to the Church by classmates, was baptized and was talking about going on a mission. Jack asked if I knew anything about missions. It was an easy question. Our third son was on a mission in Germany, the first two having served in Japan and Kentucky. We had a short conversation about missions and after that I made it a point to visit with Jack every time I called on this customer.

One day I talked to Jack outside the workplace and he said that his wife was about to leave him. He was in tears at the thought of losing her.

We had a discussion on how important the family is and then I asked him if he and his wife ever knelt and prayed together. He said they had not. I asked if they ever read the scriptures together. Again, the answer was, "No." I then asked him if he would try it. He said he would.

On my next visit, he said he and his wife were praying and reading the scriptures together and that his son had accepted a mission call.

Later, when I saw him, I asked him how his son was doing on his mission. His answer was enlightening. He said, "He's doing great and we just received his last letter and it was like a family home evening."

In time, the missionaries taught Jack and his wife the discussions and his wife was baptized. During a later visit Jack invited my wife and me to his baptism. A couple of years later he and his wife were sealed in the temple. What a happy ending and joyous occasion.

We still visit occasionally when I'm in the area and he, his wife and their son remain strong in their testimonies.

All of this began because I said, "No, thanks. I don't drink coffee. I'm a Mormon." — Thomas A. Self, Fairwood Ward, Renton Washington Stake

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