Self-Betrayal and Hawaiian Chicken Sandwiches
So, I invited the sister missionaries over to my house for dinner tonight.
Let me rephrase that.
I answered a call around lunch time and said yes to a desperate woman in the ward who had made 30 phone calls trying to find a place for the missionaries to eat that night.
Having been in her shoes, I said yes.
Dinner went well enough. I made Hawaiian chicken sandwiches (teriyaki marinated grilled chicken breasts, a slice of cheddar cheese, red onion, fresh spinach, and tomato with mayo on a toasted whole wheat bun) with sides of green beans and mac and cheese. No dessert because I didn’t have time.
Over dinner, we talked about questions investigators ask, and I said, “Has anyone ever asked you about why God has to work within a set of rules, or a system that required him to kill his son?”
Nope, no one had asked them that. I tried to engage a conversation, but it quickly fizzled as the sisters couldn’t really come up with an answer.
Well, on to the lesson, I guess.
After discussing the benefits of the Preach My Gospel manual for families, the senior comp challenged us to write our testimonies in a Book of Mormon and pray about to whom we should give it. Using the commitment pattern, she asked, “will you . . .?” to me and my husband. He said yes, and I just smiled. She wouldn’t let me get away with it. She asked me if it was a double commitment.
After I asked the other sister to give the closing prayer, I quickly ushered them to the door. (Our little Tadpole was asleep on hubby’s lap)
Once we were alone I told my husband how bad I felt. Not because my testimony is weak right now.
No, I felt bad that I caved in. That I didn’t have the guts to say, “No, I don’t have a testimony to write in that book. I can’t do it.”
I said yes with no intention of following through on my word.
Maybe that dream last night about saying “No, I don’t believe that” to my Bishop was a signal that I was supposed to be honest to the missionaries.
But, I wasn’t.
My husband just laughed and said, “Well, if you had said that, it would have been awkward and she wouldn’t have known how to respond. It’s no big deal.”
I’m not sure.
I am sure that I hate the commitment pattern.
But I love those Hawaiian chicken sandwiches.