When I was a missionary in West Texas around 2005, I went on a companionship exchange with one of my favorite zone leaders. The Spirit just leaked out of this guy into everyone he came in contact with, and when he bore his testimony, the stones would almost cry out. He and I went knocking doors in the Texas heat one day, and halfway down one street, we knocked into a woman who was familiar with the missionaries. We gave her the spiel, but she cut us off pretty quickly. “I already have a Book of Mormon,” she said. “It’s in my bookshelf somewhere.” She admitted, however, that she never actually read it.
My temporary companion gripped his Book of Mormon in his hand, and in a powerful, dignified, yet conversational tone he said, “Ma’am, you may not be aware of this, but you have a pearl in your home.” The woman and I were taken completely aback, and after a moment to compose herself, she muttered a confusing, “Well, thank you.”
It is with that story in mind that I introduce to you that same zone leader, who later went on to be an expressive, smooth, and dare I say fashionable rapper.