The summer of 1984 after my second year of law school I clerked for an insurance defense firm in Rock Island, Illinois. It was really a lovely experience and I recall it fondly.
There were two of us clerks at the firm that summer. The other one was a young woman from Valparaiso. We quickly became good friends and got along well. Often we would have lunch together out in the fresh air along the Mississippi.
One day we were eating lunch, and completely out of the blue she hits me with this question: “So, what’s it like being Mormon?” I think I choked whatever I was eating a bit, I was so unprepared for those words to come out of her mouth. I hemmed and hawed and finally stammered out a bit of an answer, something about the commitment involved and how it’s an everyday thing not limited to Sundays.
To this day I feel as though I really muffed it. She had asked me this fantastic, open ended question and I got a brain freeze and just couldn’t think of what to say.
So now I’m turning it over to you. Imagine that a friend asked you what it’s like to be Mormon. What would you say to him or her?
(This is a bad idea; I’m sure reading all of your eloquent responses is going to sink me into a dark depression over my lack of mental nimbleness on that occasion.)