It's a sunny and cool October day on Temple Square in Salt Lake City when two young women, missionaries from The Church of Jesus Christ of Latter-day Saints, interrupt my lunchtime reading to chat.
I'm caught off guard because, as a Mormon -- and especially as a Church employee -- I'm used to Temple Square missionaries focusing on visitors instead of me (why try to convert the converted?). I'm initially annoyed at their interruption of my peaceful lunch hour, and I worry they will pester me with requests to give them the name of somebody they can help convert.
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