The Craziest Mormon Mission Stories!
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- Опубликовано: 24 июл 2024
- In the Church of Jesus Christ of Latter-day Saints, young adults starting at age 18 are encouraged to serve a mission. A mission is essentially a period of time (usually 18-24 months) that is dedicated to preaching the gospel to people in a given geographical location. For more information about Mormon missions, check out these links:
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In this episode, Justin and David talk about the craziest things that happened to them while they were serving missions. They both served in Mexico, though in different regions. While they had remarkable experiences, there were certainly experiences that would be best forgotten ;)
Let us know your craziest mission stories in the comments below!
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On my mission in Michigan, we were door knocking a street, and we came to a door that had a sign saying: Day Sleeper do not disturb. I said to my companion that we maybe should skip this one, and he said, No, I'm gonna go ahead. He knocked on the door and nobody came so we moved on down the street. After we talked to a person further down the street we suddenly had this man charge us and start yelling and cursing and threatening to beat us up. He was the Day Sleeper. He was like I had a sign clearly visible you bleeping bleeps! I thought we were gonna have to explain to our mission president about why we were bloody. Fortunately, after some more threats and choice words the man turned around and went back home. I looked at my companion like I told you that was a bad idea. LOL! We had another funny incident (At least to me it was). We had a member during Christmastime let us borrow a fake Christmas tree. After Christmas she was coming by our apartment to pick it up. My companion was upstairs putting it back in the box to give her while I went down a flight of steep stairs to answer our door when she came. When I opened the door she said Hi Elders! I'm here for my tree, have you got it ready? I said hello Sister______ my companion is bringing it down now. Just at that moment I hear my companion say Oh no! then I hear the box tumbling down the stairs and then landing at my feet. She had a stunned look on her face and all I could think of was to make a joke about it. I said: Here it is now! with a smile on my face. LOL! She didn't think it was funny at all, and I have a feeling she was never gonna lend it to the elders again. Ha ha.
All of my experiences as both a missionary and a member is never lend anything to the Missionaries. One gifts them an item, or nothing at all.
@@brettmajeske3525 Well with lending, you must know there will be some wear and tear. I'm thankful members did give us stuff though, such as: Tables, chairs, book shelves, beds, dishes, pans, bicycles etc.
@@KevlarX2 Oh I have no problem giving stuff to missionaries. Its borrowing/lending I think is problematic.
@@brettmajeske3525 Yeah, like from the song using Shakespeare wording: Never a borrower or lender be. Although sometimes I lend stuff out.
If someone asks not to be disturbed you should respect their wishes.
Served in Monterrey, Nuevo León. Capital of the Norteños. It was my mission that started me on the path out of the church. I wouldn’t change it for the world though, the people were amazing and the culture made you appreciate every last little blessing from God, which I think is something that people forget to do in the states.
The first time I heard someone pray “gracias Señor por un día más de vida.”, it just hit me just how I took so much for granted when I was younger. These people, with absolutely nothing to their names, thanked God for all that they possessed. They prayed and gave thanks for the opportunity to open their eyes and struggle through another day, because the air in their lungs was a gift from God.
On my mission I saw a man get shot, the squeal he made till he took his last breath haunted me while awake for years and my dreams years after. I also carried a dead girl from where we found her to her house, I could see her for about a year while awake and months after that while sleeping. These two experiences kept me from going full blown atheist no matter how far I have 'fallen' from the church. I also went from an avid horror/thriller movie geek to unable to even watch trailers for these movies because of these two experiences.
I know this comment was two years ago but I want to know when and where that happened?
The double dragon isn't just for foreign missions. It happened in Boston Massachusetts. That was a rough day...
I had a companion that told me he was not feeling well. I was told by some others that He just did not want to work hard as it was a few times he told me this over a couple of days. At first i gave in and we stayed in the apartment... then i thought we should go out and made it clear we had work to do. He came but again said he was not feeling well... 15 mins gone from our apartment a bird pooped on my head, dead center. So back to our apartment we went. While washing my hair out... i thought about the whole moment and it occurred to me to take my companion to see a doctor. He was from the jungles of Papua New Guinea. Well it turns out he was suffering from Asthma . The doctor said it would go away when he would return to his country. The doctor gave him some asthma pumps and He felt better that very day and was a hard worker. So i was humbled to have not even considered the situation as a whole and was influence by other peoples comments.
The experiences of their wifes would be pretty awesome, like this video but from a sister missionary international and national experience
If you ever get the chance, go ask Temple Square sisters their crazy stories.
I ate dinner with a guy whose daughter went temple square. She said people would walk up and be like "I don't really know why I walked here... but I saw this place in my dream last night and I feel like I know you 2..."
@@marksandsmith6778 thank you for your insightful words 🙄
My older brother served in Compton, CA. He and his companion got invited in to teach this guy and it seemed to be going great until the guy grabbed a samurai sword off the wall and chased them down the street with it. 😅 Fortunately, my brother had been taking MMA before he left for his mission and they were able to get away safely.
Elders, those were the most crazy things I've heard, bless you both, glad you were safe, God was protecting you a million percent, God speed, thank you for serving boys x
Thank you for the stories. Put a smile on my face.
My dad performed an exorcism in his mission, it's a pretty wicked story
Yeah, you're really "old". I served a mission to Japan July 1986 - January 1988!!
Yes ide love to hear more
Arizona Gilbert mission: The greatest mission in the world
No, it's Michigan Lansing. LOL!
@@KevlarX2 Lansing, so close to the true Zion that is Ann Arbor, but still so far way.
What’s with the random SOAD/techno song lol
My companion and I started knocking doors on a street and I failed to lock my bike up, silly decision, but it was a nice neighborhood. 4 houses later I see a young man riding my bike down the street. I don't recall everything said, but i am sure I yelled for him to get off my bike after I ran after him. He continued to try and peddle away, but the bike was in a lower gear and he was pedaling fast but the bike was still easy for me to catch. As I grabbed the handle bars telling him to get off my bike he would not listen.
I finally command him "In the name of Jesus Christ to get off my bike". He immediately hopped off my bike. W were able to teach the boy a few things about the savior, the book of Mormon and Joseph Smith. Never saw him again.
David - I also served in 2010-2012; if I may ask, what month did you arrive to the MTC? Were you a visa-waiter?
I arrived there in June and had to wait until November (was temporarily reassigned to the Las Vegas West mission) before I could go to Mexico (Mexico City North mission).
My bathroom story is less crazy than either of yours. My companion and I were in a chapel restroom where we were changing into baptismal clothes. My companion shuts the bathroom stall door and flops his suit pants to hang over the stall door. All of a sudden, we hear a wet "plop" from that stall. We looked at each other confused, since he had just had that stall open. He opens it back up and finds our cell phone (provided by the mission office) in the toilet; it had been flung from his pants pocket when he flopped the pants over the stall door. My companion was a District Leader; only DLs, ZLs, and APs had the privilege of having a phone in our mission at that time.
In a later area, we lived in a fourth-floor apartment of a four-story building. We had roof access from the main common stairway, where washboard sinks and clotheslines were available for us residents. The metal door to our apartment had a lock that could only be opened by a key, whether one was entering or leaving. There was one time that my companion and I left the key in the lock of the door going out and closed the door behind us. We were then stuck outside with the key left in the other side of the door. We went up to the roof where we hatched the plan of lowering my companion (the only one of the two of us skinny enough) to our unlocked bathroom window. I lowered him in and then went down from the roof to our floor where I planned to meet him. I then hear him shouting at me from somewhere else; I had lowered him into the wrong apartment. Luckily, nobody else was home at that apartment. Because he did not have a key for that apartment, however, he was unable to exit through the front door. He had to climb back out of the small bathroom window, have me pull him up, and then lower him again to the correct bathroom window. We went on splits later on during that transfer and I learned that he and our DL ended up in the exact situation, although the DL (being skinny enough to fit through the bathroom window) insisted that he be the one lowered.
Another of the apartments that I lived in had the toilet located directly underneath the shower. As gross as that may sound, the toilet was resultantly cleaned every morning (with falling soap/shampoo) and some missionaries took that as an opportunity to kill two birds with one proverbial stone.
I was also assaulted by my zone leader (who had been a boxer before he'd become a missionary) behind a gas station. He punched me right next to the mouth, cutting me with his CTR ring. Dazed, I responded by throwing a poorly-aimed haymaker, landing ineffectively against his chest. The next thing I knew, I was on the ground with another lump on the side of my head, where he had hit me for the second time. My companion and his then came to hold him back while I got up, blood dripping all over my shirt, tie, and pants. Coincidentally, he was from David's mission (Chihuahua). I still have a small scar on my face from his CTR ring. It had turned out that he had been beating up fellow missionaries throughout his mission. He had apparently run out of his medication for bipolar disorder early on, so this is what contributed to it.
We had another ZL who felt that putting down missionaries for not reaching goals was an inspired idea; he put missionaries down throughout his entire assignment as ZL (which lasted for most of his mission). Two transfers straight under him, he constantly told various companionships (including mine) that we were absolute trash and that the mission president was angry with our zone (the mission president later told me that he wasn't angry with anyone when I later apologized to him; he seemed very confused when I brought it up). To be constantly berated for months on end by my ZLs and to be told that the mission president (and even God Himself) was furious with us started to take its toll on me emotionally. I thought about going home, but at that time I felt that it would be too shameful a thing for myself and my family. So, at that point, I started to contemplate suicide. I had it all planned out, too. I would jump off the roof of the aforementioned apartment building into a neighbor's yard, where there was rebar sticking out of the ground. I figured that, if I aimed for that, it would be over quickly enough. The day that I had planned to carry this out, I called my DL, whom I respected, to tell him that I appreciated him. He then said five inspired words that stopped me in my tracks: "I love you, Elder Cole." He was expressing a Christian love; a neighborly love; a brotherly love. He then asked if he and his companion could see me and my companion later that night (past the time that I had designated for my suicide). I grudgingly agreed. When we saw each other, he and I went on a walk; he told me that he'd felt impressed to ask me how I was doing and if anything was wrong. I then told him about my plans for that evening. I think that he said something to the mission president, who transferred me out of that area and assigned me to serve with a companion who was incredibly good-natured. It helped me out a lot. And I felt better about finishing my mission.
Crazy stories, man! It's unfortunate that some missionaries can be like the ZL you described. Human nature, I guess. Sorry you went through that. That bathroom window story was pretty hilarious. I would have freaked out if I'd been lowered into the wrong apartment. I was in the MTC from Nov. - Dec. 2010, only for about 3.5 weeks. They thought (probably erroneously) that my Spanish was good enough for the fast track haha.
In regard to the situations with the ZLs, no worries now; I think that, emotionally and spiritually, I came out all the stronger. I'm glad that you enjoyed the bathroom window story; today I look back on it amused, but my heart was thumping so hard at the time that it felt like it was trying to escape my chest lol
My seminary teacher went to Finland, and he told us the other day about a pretty crazy one. They were knocking on doors and some lady finally let them in. But as soon as they walked it there was a huge swastika on the wall and a big angry looking guy. The lady told him to sit down with her and the guy took his companion to another room. Then the lady took out a Book of Mormon and and said in broken English, “convert me” and slapped him across the face. She kept slapping him so he started trying to tell her about Joseph Smith and stuff but she just kept slapping him. Then in the other room the guy brings out a knife and says “this is for the criminals” (or something like that I can’t remember) and then he brought out a gun and said “this is for the Russians” then he takes out a bigger gun and says “this is for you”. Then the guy brought him into the other room with my teacher on the couch and as soon as they got a chance they booked it out of there. And that is a very condensed version of the story.
Okay, what show was that where the woman was eating a taco (trying to eat a taco)?; I laughed so hard at that.
I'm gonna say The Office
I need to know who were your companions in that bouth stories David! jajaja I served with him the same time 2010-2012 in Chihuahua I loved everysingle person but I can testify all he said its true we have a lot of histories some of them with miracles and some others not so good but its part of the job! Good Work David i like it!
when our family was at only 2 kids, we moved into a larger apartment. it was fall/october ish, and our neighbor across from us upstairs had things like "the witch is in", "broom crossing" and so on. Cute decorations, nothing much though. Come to find out that she had that up all year long (yes Christmas, Easter, etc) and that the elders had tracked through there one time, and she threatened them that if they didn't leave right away, she'd put a curse on them. She was an actual witch!
I think the description of Chihuahua would have been better for the state of Sonora lol
David, is your mission the same area where the Mormon polygamist colony was back in the day? And did you have to deal with that reputation much? I served in Michigan and it was amazing how many people knew about the Strangites (which I had never heard of) and associated us with them.
I am from Michigan and was surprised my Utah companions didn't know about the various splinter groups other than FLDS.
@@brettmajeske3525 there are a lot of little Mormon groups to keep track of. I bet the apostles would have a hard time if they were quizzed on them. It's just not that important to know. That said, missionaries certainly could use more education about the church before serving. I'm pretty sure I never heard of the Mountain Meadow massacre before my mission. Many lifelong, adult members were shocked to find out about Joseph Smith's seer stones a few years back. This seemed like common knowledge to me, but not for everyone.
@@chrissessions6108 I served from 91-92 and was surprised at the lack of Church History knowledge among some of the missionaries I served with. Most of my companions had never fully read the D&C, just what was assigned in seminary. I have never fully understood that.
On my mission my mission president was kidnapped and held hostage lol. It's a pretty crazy story haha
Near the end of my mission (WA-Tacoma, 1997-1999), I was going to get a new companion. Somehow it happened that my old companion and I got a recently-killed mouse, still in the trap, from a member of the bishopric. We decided to prank the new guy by leaving little Chucky in the shower for him to find. I made sure that he took the first shower that day. So I'm laying in bed that morning and suddenly hear a big thump emanate from the bathroom, as Elder L-- turned around to see his shower-mate and nearly jumped out of his skin.
That mouse went on to serve as an object lesson in the law of chastity for the benefit of one of our investigators. ("Yes, she's cute but don't take the bait!")
I don't think I have ever had the double dragon. I definitely didn't have it as a missionary.
If you have to deal with the double dragon throw up in the garbage can
I want to hear the miracle stories!
I am doing my mission very soon.. i am 21 so i will be an older missionary.. I have a question is it normal to have doubts about the faith? I am afraid if i go on a mission imma lose myself and my faith, i am a recent convert coming around last year in january, and through that time i have jumped through many hoops in the church moving up fast, form one day being nothing to having a calling in the church of a ward missionary, yet even with all the love and all i have felt in this church i still have doubts and am afraid i am doing wrong.. is it normal to have these thoughts especially when getting ready to take that leap into a mission?
You can have doubts...but don't let them overcome your faith...its like the quite by Elder Uctdorf "doubt your doubts before you doubt your faith" . Also, going out with your local missionaries, reading PMG, and just the basics can help you have strong faith
@@peytonpratt1048 Thanks for the advice, i have been working with the missionaries a bit, and i am happy they have taught me what they can. Thanks for the advice, Idk when i get my mission call, but i am going to study hard till then.
@@slender169101 awesome! Best of luck to you...you'll do great!
@@peytonpratt1048 you should take a listen to this guy on youtube I my self an getting ready for a mission and I find this guy Micah to be extremely helpful The 2 lds archives
@@bob-oj5sk cool ill take a look...thanks!
18:45, please
my dad got a gun to his head on his mission in Venezuela and he had a little money that he always carried around and he gave the guy who put the gun to his head the money and after that the guy let my dad go and a while after that they don’t let Americans serve a mission in Venezuela.
Is that Spiderman on the right?
You should have let us know how good your Spanish still is. Lol
France 1975-77. USA Bi- centennial and Gary Gilmore execution.
France early 90's.
2010-2012 mission oh my gosh hahaha I was 13-15yrs old at that time 😂
We’re olllddd 😅
Ewww
Is there any other way to have a pleasant afterlife? I mean, without having to go through all this missionary nonsense and just be a good person.
Who said being a missionary was necessary to a pleasant afterlife? I am confused with your question. LDS believe much everyone will have a pleasant afterlife, to varying degrees.
John 3:16 my friend.
The whole video is disgusting lol
Yeah, they could have picked some better ones than the stomach issue ones. Having been a missionary myself, I know that all of us former missionaries have a ton of them.
I think we need a part 2
So phunny