Date: June 12, 2019 12:44PM
A couple of years after I joined, I had great respect for the young missionaries in my ward. To assist “the two best years of their lives”, I decided to be sure to talk with them and to get to know them a bit. But then, just as they and I reached a nice rapport… they were transferred.
The next assigned pair showed up. I again made an effort to talk with them and help them feel welcome in the ward; and again got to a mutually comfortable space. But just then, they were transferred.
After this very same thing happened the third time, I stopped making any effort to get to know any young missionaries. It was just too frustrating to start to get to know them, only to have them whisked away forever!
When you were Mormon, how did you deal with the ever-changing pairs of missionaries in your ward?