Well, I’ve only been saved for less than four years and we weren’t living like Christians up until then.
Here’s a rather typical story: we moved into a new neighborhood about 10 years ago and shortly after we had a medical emergency. Turned out to be a false alarm but an ambulance was at our house briefly.
That evening a nice woman showed up with a plate of cupcakes, introduced herself, welcomed us to the neighborhood and expressed concern. “Which ward did you come from?” she asked? We of course said we weren’t LDS, and we never, ever saw her again.
Which ward did you come from?” she asked? We of course said we weren’t LDS, and we never, ever saw her again.
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Yep. Typical. When I lived in Orem (in Marie Osmond’s ward btw), there was one catholic in our neighborhood and most of my neighbors (which was the ward) thought it was terrible that I befriended her because she ‘wasn’t one of us’. They were shunned.
Then about a year later I moved to Provo and we had a few other non-LDS (a JW and another couple) and they were invited to everything the ward/neighborhood did.