And then, the conversation that I was so happy about ended up being turned into a negative blog post that was strongly anti-Mormon in tone. My sincere words were used to illustrate my ignorance (and indeed the ignorance of all Mormons--sorry guys). It hurt my feelings that my friend was so disingenuous. Usually, this sort of thing would be DEVASTATING to me. And while I was disappointed, I'm happy to say that I don't really care all that much. Instead of being embarrassed and bitter, I feel...good. I feel good about what I said, good about how it made me feel. It doesn't matter that my words fell on deaf ears. I'm grateful that my testimony was strengthened by bearing it and by learning new things about the Gospel.
I love the Gospel. I love the Prophet. I love the temple. I love knowing that everything is going to be okay, because the Lord loves me and my family and everyone. I am so happy to remember that it's important to say these things--often and bravely.
*Update: What do you do when you want to debate with someone but you're just not up to it? You sic Russell Stevenson on him, THAT'S what you do. And that's what I did.