Some of our best friends have been non-Mormon relatives.
My husband, Jack, a convert to the Church, was the only Mormon in his family when we first met.
We could even josh him about them, and when he’d tease us about our cache of food in the basement, I would send over a jar of home-canned peaches or jam as a friendly silencer.
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I don’t ever remember Fred’s bringing one of his huge eight-inch-long cigars into our house lighted.
We lived anywhere from two to forty-eight miles from the nearest Latter-day Saint, and though we certainly had warm friendships in the wards and branches we attended, our lives would have been pretty empty without our nonmember friends and neighbors.
To let my mind run back over the years through some of those friendships is a delight.
They knew of our activity in the Church, and we answered questions, sometimes discussed, and occasionally argued (which accomplished anything), but each one came into the Church in his or her own way, finding needs filled by the gospel.
My husband was converted to the Church by the example of a college roommate who lived his religion, and Jack noticed.
I saw Justine again last fall, and again we talked of religion. “While you are looking,” I said, “why don’t you look into our Church? Jack’s return to graduate school took us from New England to his native Ohio.