In situations like this, you've got to be sure that the people behind that door are not golden investigators anxiously praying for the restored gospel.
I loved Halloween on my mission. Maybe too much. My first October 31st I was on my bike (going to get Halloween party supplies, as luck would have it) when I got hit by a car and hospitalized for three days. I wasn't hurt all that bad; it's just that the socialized system kept me prisoner. There I sat, wrapped in gauze and bandages and missing the big ward Halloween party.
I went in to the MTC on Nov. 1, so I was set apart on Halloween night. It was fun answering the door for the trick or treaters, many of whom asked, "are you still here?"
In situations like this, you've got to be sure that the people behind that door are not golden investigators anxiously praying for the restored gospel.
I thought Mormon's weren't allowed to wear masks.
ReplyDeleteI loved Halloween on my mission. Maybe too much. My first October 31st I was on my bike (going to get Halloween party supplies, as luck would have it) when I got hit by a car and hospitalized for three days. I wasn't hurt all that bad; it's just that the socialized system kept me prisoner. There I sat, wrapped in gauze and bandages and missing the big ward Halloween party.
ReplyDeleteAt least I ended up with a great costume.
I went in to the MTC on Nov. 1, so I was set apart on Halloween night. It was fun answering the door for the trick or treaters, many of whom asked, "are you still here?"
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