(One drop at a time.) My journal entries about offering copies of the Book of Mormon, the Bible, and other LDS church books, mainly to immigrants in their native language, mainly in Indianapolis, Indiana. With 106 translations, the Book of Mormon (along with the Bible) is a good "Rosetta Stone" for learning English or other languages, in addition to being a missionary tool.
My goals in keeping this blog/journal are: to encourage others to offer people copies of the Book
of Mormon and the Bible, to illustrate the incredible number of recent immigrants who are eager
for bilingual material, to illustrate the ease of encountering them and offering them material,
and to make known the wonderful deeds of the Lord (Ps 105:1, Isa 12:4) in arranging many of these
encounters. I realize that the concept of offering foreign language books to strangers is just
plain weird to many people, so here are some hints if you are intrigued by this and wish to try it.
Respectful comments and constructive criticism are invited.
The goal of the book placement effort is to provide, in a friendly non-threatening way, gospel
material to someone who is willing to receive it in their native language and English.
To the recipients of these books who read this: I thank you again for allowing me
to be of service to you. I encourage you to read the material, and pray to God that He
confirm the truth of it to you. The Bible and the Book of Mormon are both the Word of God.
Living according to their teachings brings happiness.
Yes, there is a Montgomery Ward, in the Cincinnati East Stake.
posted by Bookslinger @ 7:27 PM
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At least eighteen years ago, the Montgomery Alabama stake did have a Montgomery Ward. It was one of the closest wards I ever had the fortune to attend. I was taking extended training at nearby Maxwell Air Force Base, and my wife and I look back fondly on those few months we were there. At the time it was relatively small, and met in a strip mall. We thought it funny that the Montgomery Ward met in a mall. It had a wide demographic range, from well-educated white businessmen to several poor black families. One of these matriarchs wore a nightgown to church, since it was the closest to a dress she could afford. I had one of the most spiritual experiences of my life while attending that ward--the Spirit was so strong, all I could do was cry.
A few years later, the Church built a large, beautiful brick building that now houses the stake. When I last visited, many of the members we remembered were still there, but it wasn't quite the same. It was now comfortably middle class, and nearly devoid of minority faces. I was glad to see the success and growth, but missed the character the smaller unit had.
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