There were two of us clerks at the firm that summer. The other one was a young woman from Valparaiso. We quickly became good friends and got along well. Often we would have lunch together out in the fresh air along the Mississippi.
One day we were eating lunch, and completely out of the blue she hits me with this question: “So, what’s it like being Mormon?” I think I choked whatever I was eating a bit, I was so unprepared for those words to come out of her mouth. I hemmed and hawed and finally stammered out a bit of an answer, something about the commitment involved and how it’s an everyday thing not limited to Sundays.