My First Tracting

Okay, so yesterday was a pretty awesome day. About 4:15, I met with the missionaries to do a "blitz" (there were eight of us, two to a road, four roads in two hours). So, six of us packed into one car and drove to the area we had chosen, and me and my companion were dropped off at the first street. Well, the first two or three houses were completely empty. Around the fourth house, we got our first answer. But, outside of this houses doorway was a little fake pond thing, that was a breeding ground for mosquitoes, do we're trying to introduce ourselves while slapping the little buggers off us. Not very effective, though comical.

The first house that I gave the approach at was answered by an "Anti" as some of the apologetics blogs I read call them. We went a couple more houses down, and at one we started to intruded ourselves, and this little old lady came to the front door, saw us, and immediately locked and deadbolted the door shut and shooed us away. We came to one house were a lady said we should come back around the same time tomorrow, so hopefully the missionaries follow up on that- she seemed genuinely interested, not fake interested like the lady who told us to come by Saturday. We tracted into one guy who really liked the Mormons, but was too much into his religion. He said he had been to temple square and really enjoyed it. We gave him a passalong, and he probably won't call, but it might be nice for him to have.

We put passalongs in places where gate prevent us from going to the front door. The next memorable one was at the cul-de-sac, where we tracted into a really nice man, who told us we shouldn't start teaching him because we'd just end up arguing, but he gave us water and said that, if we could do this, then we'd go far in life. He took a passalong for the Book of Mormon, and seemed like a genuine enough truth seeker. A couple houses down, we tracted into a guy who was hosting the dinner for his church, so he basically said, "If I'm hosting this, then you're not about to get to me right now."

After him it was time to head back, so we went back to the head of the street, and since we had a few minutes to kill, we tracted the other side, about five houses. The fifth house we tracted into a Four Square Christian (which when I first heard, I thought of my elementary school days) who asked us a bunch of questions, such as who was our prophet, did we believe Christ was resurrected, etc. She seemed to have Priesthood Power and the Holy Spirit mixed up though. She invited us to her church where their "prophets" were having a weekend retreat type of thing. After that, the four other missionaries with our car came back, so we squeezed in and drove back to the church.

So that was my experience... My first approach was to an anti. But I never felt awkward or bad, and it was definitely worth it to see the intrigue on the truth seekers faces, scarce as they were. I cannot wait till I get to do that full-time.