The Mormons and the Meth dealersSeptember 1, 2007
This week’s topic reminded me of something that happened on my mission in Northern California. As we know, all good stories begin with, “When I was on my mission….”.
Elder Watson, Brother xxxxxxxx( I don’t know if he reads this), and I began meeting with Don and Christie.
Don and Christie seemed to be the golden contacts that many missionaries hope for. They seemed to enthusiastically accept everything we taught, and even claimed to have felt the spirit as they read the Book of Mormon and as we bore testimonies about the things we were teaching. Even now I cannot explain why our meetings with Don and Christie were so powerful. They seemed to be some of the best people I met from media referrals while I was in Oroville California.
Shortly after our meetings with Don and Christie began, I left the area for Redding California and they left the forefront of my mind.
I ran into Elder Watson about a year later. He asked me if I remembered Don and Christie. I told him that I did. Elder Watson told me that shortly after his transfer from Oroville, a ward missionary called to let him know that Don and Christie had been arrested for dealing methamphetamine from their double wide trailer in Thermalito.
I was really disappointed. But the more I thought about it, some things began to make sense. For one thing, no matter when we came over or left people were hanging out around their house. Rather sketchy looking characters at that.
I have often wondered if once Don and Christie realized who we were, they tried to use us as cover to throw off those who might be suspicious of their activities. I mean who would suspect people meeting with those clean cut Mormons of being the biggest drug dealers in the neighborhood?
But I cannot deny or explain what I felt while teaching Don and Christie. Or maybe it was what was “cooking” on the kitchen stove; and I don’t mean Mac and cheese.
What do you think? Were they really sincere, or were we being taken advantage of? Was I so into what I was doing that I forced myself into thinking I was having spiritual experiences with them? Of all the people that I taught throughout my mission, this experience still puzzles me.