Here is a letter given me this past week. She said, “A friend of mine who is a Mormon has said to me time and again, ‘You’re always reading the Bible, but you never go to church.’” And she explained to her friend that she doesn’t feel the need for a church. She likes reading the Bible and coming to her own conclusions or looking for parallels in scripture that would parallel her own experiences. Well, one day the doorbell rang and here is her friend with a group of missionaries from the Mormon Church. They’ve come to convert her. So she said, “For a moment I wanted to say I’m busy, but I couldn’t do that to my friend. The others were total strangers, they were missionaries. So I said to myself, let them in. No matter how long they remain, they must have a moment when they have to depart and so I would tolerate it. So they came in and started to convert her. Every time she interrupted them by saying, trying to express an opinion of her own, they silenced her. Her friend said, ‘You know, I’m worried about you, terribly worried.’ Well, there came that inevitable moment when they had to say goodbye, leaving the one unconverted. She said, ‘That night as I retired, I was thinking of the day, the events of the day, and I wondered how someone could give so much love, such devotion, such sincerity, such time, energy and money to what I would call “reverent baloney.” Here, all this devotion to such a false god. So that night, dwelling upon it, I fell asleep and this was my dream.’”92 ¶2