Tuesday, April 04, 2006

The Mishies and Me II: The Revenge

Okay, I'm kidding about the revenge.

Around the time of our last installment -- way back in October -- I gave the local mishies here in Bordeaux my name and address, and I even took them out for sodas. I knew I was courting certain doom by doing this (in terms of unending harassment), but sometimes I like to live dangerously.

Then the harassment didn't happen. No unwanted phone calls or drop-bys. Only one single incident of spontaneously receiving baked goods (a rather tasty pineapple cake). Not even any calls from random people in the local ward.

This was pretty counterintuitive, so I began to wonder what was up. I thought maybe I'd been blacklisted after all.

I hadn't said anything anti-Mormon to any missionaries, but I thought perhaps the mere fact of an atheist liking to talk to them was suspicious enough to make the local Mission President decide that I was a bad influence on them.

I'd been spotting mishies downtown all the time last fall, but then right after I met with them, mishie spottings suddenly went back down to a trickle. I started to think that maybe the M.P. had told them to focus on tracting out the the suburbs for a while in order to avoid running into friendly apostates and other weirdos one meets downtown.

So after many moons of wondering what in the Sam Hill was going on, my curiosity finally got the best of me and I broke down and invited the missionaries over to my house for juice and croissants. Okay, I'll admit that I was also secretly motivated by the fact that I wanted to give an update in this column about how the local mishies here in Bordeaux are doing. The things I do for you guys! I doubly hope you appreciate this one...

I had to wait until my husband was out of town to do it since he told me in no uncertain terms that he did not want to have to speak to the Mormons himself. He also said he didn't want them talking to our sons, so it was a little bit naughty of me that I had them over while my two-year-old son Leo was with me.

For my husband's sake, I kept a very close eye on the mishies to make sure they weren't surreptitiously teaching Leo to sing "I Hope They Call Me on a Mission". I almost think it would have been kind of funny if they had taught him to sing that, but only because I have a really perverse sense of humor. Of course I wouldn't be laughing so hard anymore seventeen years later when LDS Inc. sends my little Leo to Bolivia or something, so I guess it's just as well that the mishies didn't try to indoctrinate him.

Since it was just me (a woman!) and my little boy alone in the house, the mishies had to bring along another guy -- a local member -- in order to be allowed to come in (their rule, not mine). I guess the theory is that I just might singlehandedly seduce the both of them (in front of my son) and by themselves they'd be powerless to fight me off! But if they bring along a third guy, he'd put a stop to it (instead of just joining in or something). It's probably better not to think too hard about the theory here, but rather just accept the fact that they have lots of elaborate rules and leave it at that.

I was a little curious about the older gentleman they brought with them since I'd never met a French Mormon before. I thought about asking him some questions as to how he came to be Mormon and everything, but Leo occupied him by playing with him the whole time, so I mostly just talked to the mishies myself.

Man were these guys on message! Normally from these young guys I expect a subtle tinge of "I know it's right for me to be here, but obviously this is no fun." Not this batch! I think the senior comp may have been the most sincerely enthusiastic about his mission call of any missionary I have ever met.

My only problem was that normally when I talk to the mishies I like to chat with them about their future plans and about their impressions of France and especially about their impressions of Bordeaux in particular. These guys were basically like "France? What France? All I see is the gospel of Jesus Christ!"

To be honest, I generally prefer conversing with people who are a little more laid-back about the whole Jesus thing. But if the Mission President and/or their moms back in Utah are reading this, I will be happy to confirm to them that their boys are not at all slacking off on their enthusiasm for Jesus.

It turns out that that was exactly the reason the earlier batch never tried to arrange a follow-up meeting with me. It's not that they had been specifically instructed to avoid friendly apostates. These guys explained that it's just that they have important spreading the gospel to do. They don't have time to waste on hanging out and shooting the breeze with random atheists who are never going to be persuaded to believe in Jesus (and really aren't even particularly interested in talking about Jesus).

Still, I think it can be valuable for people with different viewpoints to take some time to try to understand each other every now and then.


Published in the Utah Valley Montior March 23, 2006.

14 comments:

Joseph's Left One said...

You're a brave soul. The last time we had the missionaries over, they gave us a long and arm-twisting spiel about sharing pamphlets with our neighbors. I politely told them I would decide how and when to talk to people about the church (meaning, of course, never).

Then they had the gall to put the hard sell on my visiting parents to guilt them into serving as full-time missionaries. I almost threw them out, but my mom would have been upset. But it says a lot that they offended my TBM mom.

C.L. Hanson said...

Well, the active Mormons are usually harder on each other (in terms of pressure to serve and set a righteous example) than they are on people on the fringes.

They know that I'm not an active member, so when they come visit me their first priority is to persuade me that the gospel is wonderful and I want to have it in my life. So obviously they're nothing but nice to me.

In your case and your mother's, they figure you already understand where your duty lies and just need to encourage you to get to work on it...

Cynthia E. Bagley said...

you are so funny LOL

Keep that boy safe (two year old)

Rebecca said...

Way funny. I can't believe you invited them over just because you were curious. That really is brave. :)

C.L. Hanson said...

The thing is that it's loads of fun to have the mishies over -- if you do it with the right spirit... :D

Rudi said...

Very interesting stuff...

During my last holiday in Bordeaux in July to see my family, for the very first time ever I didn't meet or see any mishies... or members. Maybe they are concentrating on productive areas.

Normally as I amble around Rue St Catherine I often see a couple of white shirts, but this time no dice.

Rudi

C.L. Hanson said...

You have family in Bordeaux? How cool!!!

Yeah, they used to be seen on rue St. Catherine all the time until I scared them all away... ;^)

Rudi said...

Yep, virtually all my family still lives there. We were all mormons, but soon after we joined my three sis. went inactive. My younger brother was active until quite recently (he moved to Toulouse). I served a mission in England, got married and have been living there ever since. Served on EQP, YM, Bishopric, Ward Miss. Pres. and countless other callings. Had oodles of questions but couldn't get any satisfactory answers. Found the RfM board and it all fell together. I go back to Bordeaux about once a year to visit family and friends.
How long have you lived there?
Cheers,
Rudi
Rudi(at)hotmail.com

C.L. Hanson said...

I've lived here for five years.

Perhaps I will email you. :D

Eight Hour Lunch said...

You know I've just been dying for the mishies to show up so I can be really, really nice to them. You know, show them the X-Box, my guitars and a good meal, and then my mission pictures. *Sigh*. I'll bet it never happens.

C.L. Hanson said...

Hey 8HL Doug!!!

That would be so cool!!! I'm sure they'd love it!!! :D

I hope for their sake they show up on your doorstep. ;-)

Beat Dad said...

Hi Chanson,

Your attitude toward the missionaries is about how I feel. I mostly like to give them a friendly face. Eugene Oregon is not nearly as foreign to them as France must be.

I have some pretty good missionary stories; I will have to try and pull them out.
Wayne

C. L. Hanson said...

Hey Wayne!!!

I'd love to read your mishie stories!!!

If you've been on a mission, you have a bit of an advantage because you have a basis to compare shared experiences.

Smorg said...

Haha. That was brave indeed that you invited the mishies knowing full well about the possible harassment that might follow. In my case I wasn't familiar with Mormonism and its mishies at all. :o)

I would have put an end to the mishies meetings had the most serious of them not get transferred out before long, though. The last 3 were really cool. Two of them even seemed more interested in talking non-church stuff, though they'd still throw in proselytizing attempts every now and then... perhaps to justify visiting me. :oD

If any LDS bigwig comes across this, I think letting the mishies behave like normal humans who aren't so keen on selling the church all the time is a lot more effective than their current mode of operation. I mean, who the heck like to keep inviting single-minded salesmen(saleswomen) back who clearly are there because they want something (conversion) from you anyhow?