Rookie Mormon

Mission Tales

Above: Having hiked all the way up the stairs, I'm about to knock the first door in this tall apartment complex on a cold winter night in western Japan. In my hand I hold a Japanese Book of Mormon and some flyers.

In the late 1990s, I served as a full-time Mormon missionary in Japan. For two years I knocked on tens of thousands of doors, spoke with people of every type on the streets, and occasionally stopped for an ice cream break.

The stories below are more cultural than spiritual. My point in sharing them isn't to convert anyone to Mormonism. Instead, I just wanted to convey some of what the day-to-day missionary life can be like, and highight some unique experiences.

Also, apologies for all the hyperbole and the lack of organization here. As soon as I start writing about this stuff, my brain reverts to that of a 19-year-old. I have changed the names of the people I served with, just in case they don't want to be identified (ha).