Sorry people, its a bit long...
I've decided to share this story with you as I just noticed that it belongs here, on ATS.
I am not trying to bash a religious movement for another. In fact, even if I consider myself to have faith, I have never sworn any kind of allegiance
to any churches, nor will I ever.
They are obviously corrupted, and they all pretty much work like a Ponzi scheme, in my opinion, leaving little to no place to faith. ( Governments
also, but that's another story!
)
What follows happened less than ten years ago, and it involved the Church of Latter Day Saints.
The people I met while in contact with this church were all nice, clean people. Well behaved, always smiling, at peace, always... It is hard to put
a judgment on them at face value, but the more I interacted with them, the stranger things became. I fell in a sort of Twilight Zone and was like in
the middle of a spy movie. But the clean kind of the 50s.
The door knocked at the beginning of the afternoon. Winter was in its last weeks. When I opened the door, two young men were standing in front of me,
smiling calmly. They presented themselves as American Missionaries from the CoLDS ( Church of Latter Day Saints ) that just got in the country for
their mission of spreading the Word.
As they were presenting themselves, their plastic name tags kind of flashed. Since the sun was behind them with no reflecting surfaces on me or
behind me, I got intrigued. Did I just dream that? Being busy at the time, I decided to invite them for the following week. It would be a nice
opportunity to get to know people from a different religion and culture, learn new things. Maybe even find the "real deal"...
So they came back, and we discussed, learning the way they lived their faith in their religion. It was interesting, though it felt like we were just
in kindergarten at times... But I noticed that every week, as they passed, we were living something "miraculous"... Every time we met the
Missionaries, the points they addressed were always related to what my wife and I had talked about the days before.
Of course, as they said, it was God inspiring them, which showed how powerful He was and was proof unto itself that their religion was the One God had
in favor...
My faithful conspiracy buff kicked in and I began to pay attention to what was going on around us.
I immediately noticed a car standing in the street right in front of the house. Being in a somewhat small neighborhood, these things get easily
noticed.
When I woke up in the morning, at 7, the car was already there, and it disappeared at around 7 pm.
You can believe that whatever I was doing, I had my eye on the car. And so it happened, to my disbelief, that when we were coming back from the
groceries, for example, the car was empty and so was the street. When we got to the door, just before unlocking it, the car still looked empty, from
afar. But as soon as I got inside, and turned around, they both were sitting in it, looking at me with a smile, and getting out as if they had just
arrived...
We got suspicious, but the conspiracy probability got the better of us, and we kept on meeting with them.
We were invited to their church. It was relatively new and there was still more empty places than filled ones.
The moment we got there, they asked for the children to go in a class to study in a relaxing way what the church proposed.
What our child reported surprised us a lot. Very much. They spent their time watching Disney cartoons and Scooby-Doos while the oldest kids were
bullying the newest and youngest ones, with the approval of the adults that were there... At the end, one of the people watching over the kids
brought us a paper to fill with every imaginable information about our child, plus a recent picture... I think they were shy to ask for DNA right
away... Needless to say, the following times we went, our child kept with us at all times.
While this happened, I noticed something even more disturbing. We were presented to a family we had never seen before in the neighborhood. The
family had 5 children, three being adopted Mayans. A little girl of about 5, a boy of 6 and another one of about ten.
I had noticed them a few weeks before we were introduced to this family.
Every time I went to buy something at the store, or went to the park, name it, the kids were there. Day after day, without stop, even around 7pm...
They never mixed with people, talked to anybody, or went to the public access pool. They never even played, when in the park. They were only
sitting a few hundred feet away, looking at us, doing nothing else. Other people began noticing them, towards the middle of summer.
One Saturday morning, I woke up to the sound of rocks hitting a steel sheet. Ploingk! Ploingk! I got up and went to the window and looked outside
without moving the blind. The oldest of the Mayan kids was standing in front of my house, throwing rocks at a road panel in front of my home. I
quickly opened the blind. When the kid saw me, he immediately dropped the rocks and started walking as if to make me believe he was walking
already... I was really annoyed to see children being used that way, and we were thinking of ending this "relationship" with the church and its
members...
So the following Tuesday afternoon I told my wife that I found it strange that the churches were never lead by other people than Americans, and that
there seemed to be no Black Missionaries... The same night, we were called on the phone and asked if we wanted to meet new people that had just got
to the country for their mission. We agreed, knowing we would tell them then we didn't want to see them anymore.
When they got home, a young German was with them, as well as a young Black girl, but I can't remember her country of origin. When the German young
man began to talk, he immediately told us that what he liked about the church was
that it was not only Americans that led the churches as many in
his country were led by Germans!!!
My wife and I briefly made eye contact in disbelief. The young Black girl, well, she was a Missionary!
We told them then how we felt and what we had noticed. They acted all "saints" and innocent, but it was game over for them. They kept on having
people calling us, innocently for a while. We never saw again the family with the Mayan kids... Nor did we ever see again the other families we were
introduced to.
I would like to say it ends here, but there is one other point that need to be put here. At the same time the CoLDS came knocking on our door,
Jehovah's Witnesses also came. They even went on more than a few occasions to see my wife where she used to work as she was working with the
public.
Why did this happened? I have an idea, but have no proof that what I have in mind is really linked to the events told above.
One sure thing; God came knocking in the strangest of ways on that day.