By Rod Johnson

Rodric believes Moroni included special instruction for Modern times and wants to share his unique perspective the same way Moroni shared in The Book of Mormon.

Golden Investigator. Tracting Elders. Missionary Stories:

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Wake up Elder Johnson,” Shouts Elder Thompson gleefully. “It’s time for comp’ study.” 

I look at him and roll around a bit before I get up. I resented the fact that he wakes me up after such a wonderful dream-- I had a new companion in my dreams. It was no secret that Elder Thompson and I had friction in our companionship except to Elder Thompson. I hid if from him out of resentment. I really had some control issues that day.  

“What are we going to study today Elder,” I said attempting to hide the irritation in my voice. 

Elder Thompson furrows his brow and says, “The first discussion. If we study it today, we will teach it.” 

Resentment and all, I believed him. I resented him because he was such a good person even though I wanted him to be evil so that I could feel justified in being upset with him. I couldn't stay upset long. He was too cheerful! I was not a morning person.

After Breakfast and personal study, we went over the plan for today. We were told that planning in the morning was highly effective. We planned to do some street contacting for the morning and service at the Hospital counting pills. We had some appointments scheduled and we would visit them. We had no back-up plan because the concept eluded Elder Thompson at the time. I was his “Greenie” and I resented it! Did I say I resented it?


We made some last minute plans with the other two Elders in the boarding, Elder Danisa and Elder Streadbeck and we shoved off. About noon, we returned and lunched for two hours—planning not to return for dinner. After a nap, Elder Thompson and I were off. All or our appointments canceled and on top of that, we had to walk in the sweltering sun uphill both ways! 

Well, maybe not both ways—but it felt like it. After rescheduling all of the appointments, Elder Thompson suggested that we track Singqangana Crescent. (When saying this word, Singquangana, the "q" makes a popping sound. Xhosa is an interesting and beautiful language!) I agree fully expecting to find some good people to teach finally. 

The heat still beat down, and we, heads high, and armed for battle, marched up to the first house and began our adventure. That adventure was mark by disappointment. Every door we went to no parents were home or they couldn’t speak English. A few said no, which is uncommon in Xhosa Culture when it comes to having messengers of God. 

We were discouraged, but we shoved on with little faith of finding anyone. We tracted for 5 hours and it was getting dark. 

Elder Thompson wanted to turn back and do something more effective, but we resolved to tough out until the end of that long uphill street. After a few more rejections or no contacts, I gave up and wanted to go home. I was sick of no success. Elder Thompson felt the same way, but he looked at me, and then looked up the street. We had five more house and we wanted to get them. 

“Let’s just do a few more,” he said. “We might have some success.” 

“Well, if we are going to have success we are teaching at the next house.” 

“We will teach at this next house,” said Elder Thompson with determination. He wanted to get a good investigator (a person interested in our message is an investigator) for us to teach. We had prayed for such an experience. We walked to the door and knocked, but we had no answer. As soon as we decided to leave, the door crept open and a handsome middle-aged Xhosa woman answered the door. 

She gazed intently at us, waiting for us to explain our presence at her door at such an hour in the night, about 7 pm  “We are missionaries From The Church of Jesus Christ of Latter-days Saints,” Began Elder Thompson. “We have a message about a plan that God has for us to be happy and we want to share it with you and your family. Would you be interested?” 

“O yes, I would like for you to share it with us, but I have no where for you to sit. In our house live others who I lease out to, and my family and I only use this one room.” 

“We don’t mind,” I said. “We are here to share with you not for comfort, but out of love.” 

“Is you husband home,” asked Elder Thompson. “No, I am divorced” she says. Red flags went off in our minds. We knew better than to enter a woman’s home without a male escort with us. It would look shady to the neighbors and our Mission President. Something burned inside of us to teach though. 

“Can we teach you outside before the night becomes too dark,” says Elder Thompson. 

“Yes, on my stoop. I will get you some chairs and I will sit on the stoop.” She went inside. We looked at each other, knowing our goal to teach families. We question each other with our eyes. 

I then said as we walked around the house to the open area where the stoup was, “Do you think we should teach her.” 

“Yeap.” 

“I do too, I hope it goes well.” We sat well in the open where neighbors and passersby could see and commenced the introduction of ourselves and the discussion, the first discussion. Immediately the Spirit attended the Sister, and us. Her name is Nomakwasi Magwensthu and she listened to us. I felt as if my heart would burst with joy as I spoke and listened—bearing testimony of my companion’s words and those of my own. 

She believed all. “I asked if we gave you a copy of the Book of Mormon, would you read it.” 

“Yes, but I cannot have it now.” I was crushed. Did she not feel the spirit? “I will take it later because I have no money to pay for it now. How much does it cost and I will send my son after it.” 

Immediately my soul delighted again. “Nothing,” said Elder Thompson, “It is a free gift to you from us.” With that, she took the book, hugged it, and caressed it. We continued with the discussion, and wanted to schedule another appointment to follow-up. We did, and commenced our journey home. 
With that discussion, we knew a baptism would come. Our walk downhill to our boarding seemed almost effortless as we floated on the feelings we experienced just moments before at Sister Magwentshu’s. We felt to fly. But that wasn't all… Eventually her entire family joined the church after much trial and success.

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It was one of the hottest days that I could remember. Though it was February, it was the middle of summer in South Africa! Elders Thompson, Streadbeck, Danisa and I had left service for the field around noon.

The service we performed for the community was to count pills at one of the medicine dispensary in town. The field of which I speak is the proselytizing area. We were on our way to downtown Umtata to do some street contacting.

Right in the center of town is a courthouse. Any and everybody who is anybody passes through that courtyard on business—at least once a week. So of course, it is the best place to open our mouths to the public.

As usual, we four prayed and separated to do our work. We always made sure we remained in earshot of each other, but this particular day it was difficult. See, missionaries follow rules that protect them--like kidnapping or running off. It helps to keep the church out of the news because of the misbehavior of its representatives.

I really did not want to be out there. I hated street contacting as a new missionary. I just did not like what I called cold calling with two faces--my face to another person's face who might spit in mine!

"Excuse me sir, I am a missionary from the Church of...."

"I no English..."

"Excuse me Sir; I have a message from the Lord..."

"You are so young to teach me emfana (you man)."

I hate rejection. Those who did listen were not exactly ones I targeted. I recorded their names and weeded by inviting them to church. If they pitched up at church, we would teach. The ones whom would actually target and get to listen, I hesitated! I would never make an appointment to teach.

In this mode of discrimination, I found myself when I jolted at a sight. Here I was in a suit in the sweltering hot sun of South Africa when Maya Robinson, my estranged girlfriend walks up! At least that is who she reminded me of the moment I saw her. I spoke to her.

"Hello," She says” what are you doing out here?"

"I'm sharing a message about Jesus Christ,” I returned overcoming my amazement. I saw two gentlemen pass by who looked as if they would speak to me, but saw I was engaged with this young woman of marital age. Frustration began.

"That is good,' she continues.”I too and going about speaking of God and his word."

Deciding to make the best of this I say, "So what church do you belong to?"
"Jehovah’s Witness, I go to the Kingdom Hall"

Yes! I shouted within myself. If I tell her I'm a Mormon, she will run away in fear. "Really, I have an older brother in that church? I am a Mormon." She did not move.

“I attend The Church of Jesus Christ of Latter-day Saints, the Mormons.” Still she did not move.

“What church is that?” she returned interrogatively. She had a smile on her face and she keeps the sweat from her eyes with a white kerchief. I thought heavily of Maya and how much I missed her; but also on my mind were the dozens of potential priesthood holders passing me by as I explained things to this woman, who looked like the woman I loved!

See, we were in the habit of seeking out men with families to speak with so that we could introduce families to the gospel together. We targeted men because women tend to be more willing to seek out the missionaries.

Also, Jehovah's Witnesses tended to not appreciate Mormon Missionaries in the United States. Apparently, that was not the case there in the good old Republic of South Africa, RSA!

For some reason my companion had not rescued me. The rule is if the conversation went to long, that the other missionary would come and join the conversation or save the other from mobs, which Elder Thompson had to do several times for me. But He was engaged with someone also.

The purpose of this young woman was to convert me to her beliefs. I could tell after a few minutes. She and others of her faith were in the square competing for proselytes, and I was the enemy. Her whole purpose was to keep me occupied as the others sought out candidates when she found I rejected her beliefs. Eventually my companion rescued me.

“Elder Johnson, How come you did not end the conversation and move on,” asked the frustrated Elder Thompson. I had moved out of his eyesight during my interview with the South African Maya.

I shrugged it off and he never let me too far from his sight again. I think I may have mentioned to him later how much that lady looked like my "waiting for me unofficially" girlfriend Maya.

I learned that day that polite conversation is good, unless you are a missionary, and the person you speak to is a replica of the woman whom you left in the States missing severely!

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The Truth about Being Black in America

Greetings friends. 

Hello? Hello! Is there anyone reading my blog at all. (proverbial echo sounds in the head as I await some type of comment from a reader that does not exist). 

Well, just in case you are out there, I want to give you access to an article (The Truth about Being Black in America) I wrote that is trending pretty popularly on my Hubpages account

This is an account where I spend many hours writing articles about religion and politics--other stuff too. Basically I am doing there what I could be doing here.

If I did it here though, no one would have read it.  This sure does seem sad. If you are reading thanks. If not, well you wouldn't know anyway.


This article is not about bashing other races but provides an honest approach providing perspective on why African Americans may think, feel or act the way we do. It is a part of a study to understand how to reach out to others who may take issue why SOME African Americans cling to the belief that Caucasians are out to get them! Check it out.

  Rodric29 (My other writings)

Thought for this post: Be grateful that you have fingers to type. Some people do not.