Ok. I can't believe I'm about to do this. So, first, here are the prerequisite caveats to anything having to do with asking for money:
1. If you're new here, feel free to ignore this. (And DON'T EVEN shrug your shoulders and mutter to yourself about how it just figures that a missionary would be asking for money, because this is the extreme exception to the norm on the VWM... Buddy. Anyway. Feel free to check out the stripper post, the crack-whore post, or the post where I call the church a social club, or this one, from back in the day, when a lizard got way too close to my girl-howdie. You probably came looking for one of those anyway.)
3. Please be aware that this is my least favorite part of being a missionary.
4. Know that I wouldn't be writing this post at all if I didn't feel like this is something I was supposed to have written months ago but didn't, and now every time I hit post on something new this little voice inside of me (or possibly outside of me) is asking when I'm going to stop putting it off.
5. I mentioned this not being enjoyable, right? But I really hope you understand deep, deep down that this is the woooooorst part of the whole gig for me.
Ok. So you know I'm a missionary - and one of the things about being a missionary is that you have to do this thing where you go around asking every single person you've ever met if they would like to give you money. It is exactly as awful as it sounds, and goes something like this:
"Excuse me, sir-in-the-grocery-store. Didn't I see you at the coffee counter at church last week? Well, isn't that a coincidence! I just stopped you - of course to say hello - but also, to let you know that my husband and I are missionaries, about to embark on the great adventure of being and making disciples in the faraway land of Costa Rica..... and I was wondering if you might be interested in helping us along the way.....ya know..... maybe..... somehow......"
It's kinda like selling girl scout cookies. But not. And instead of promising a box full of delicious goodies in exchange for a few bucks, we're offering a highly intangible nice feeling and, perhaps, a tax write off. I know, it hardly seems like a good deal.