Stepping Carefully

So, crazy mother called up on Friday to invite me to a Baptism service being held for her at the local Mormon Ward.

I told her to tell me the place and time, and I would be there .....

My mother's family has a long history with the Latter Day Saints.  Stretching back to the its expansion into Wales 1849 and Scotland 1852!
Those families migrated to America and then walked to Salt Lake City.
With hand trucks filled with all their earthly goods.
Many died:
Struck by lightening
Drown in floods
Killed by falling trees

Yeah, America was a dangerous place for the naive.

Mother, once she graduated from college, was to foster a hate-hate relation with the Mormons.

My great grandmother Spencer was a missionary to the Umatilla Indian Tribe, outside of Le Grande, Oregon for 40 years!

So, although I was raised an atheist, I was well schooled in Mormon thought!

And now mother is willing to bury  her demons and join them?

Huhmmmmmmmm ..... Okay .....

On the one hand mother is 82 and quite lonely.
The Church members have been visiting her regularly.

Mother's trailer needs real work.
The young men have been helping her rebuild it.

Mother wants to belong to a church.
They pick her up, take her to the various functions.

So, she has joined them!
(what ever!)

I always said she was a Southern Baptist, not a Christian - same  as most Baptist's I have known!
So, she is still not a Christian, sigh ...

The baptism went well.
Certainly she is one of the oldest members of the church!
Afterwards, I hosted a luncheon for her at the local Mexican place.
I have to admit the ones I met are probably not the good Mormons,
As their views were very reformation based.
But, once the Book of Mormon was brought up, it was company line the whole way!

I really liked one of the guys,
I dare say we will be friends,
If he can live with a non-believer around him!