I like to invite the Mormon missionaries over for dinner a few times a month. They are nice kids far away from home who are trying to do good things, and they bring a nice warm spirit into my home.

My husband, who does not share my religious beliefs, is good natured and tolerates the frequent company. He doesn’t mind a brief spiritual message after each meal, and enjoys getting to know each new Elder that comes into our ward.

Two weeks ago, the missionaries asked if they could teach him about the Plan of Salvation. To my utter amazement, he said yes, so they planed the lesson for our next dinner meeting.

Last night they came over for dinner again, and my husband was prepared. He invited his best friend to come to dinner, too, without telling him what was going on. Why? Well, he knew this friend would interact and ask questions during the discussion, which would get him off the participation hook.

I tried to refrain from participating too much by cleaning the kitchen while they talked. It was amusing to listen to my husband listening, and see him down two beers during the discussion (in addition to the one he had with dinner).

It was during that discussion that I realized the decision that my husband has made about my faith. He just doesn’t want to know. He is supportive of my active participation in my faith and my church, and he loves me for it. But, doesn’t want to know for himself if what I believe is true. He is happy as he is, and I love him as he is, and he doesn’t want to change. He knows that learning new truths will require him to change, so he prefers to remain ignorant about Mormonism.

I’m okay with his decision. But I also know that he won’t remain ignorant forever. One day, he will learn some truths despite his best efforts not to, and then he’ll be sorry.