The Great Houston Mormon Census: Are We Taking Over, or Just Really Like Kolaches?
Howdy, partners! Today we're wrangling some data wranglers (or maybe some missionaries?) to unearth a pressing question: just how many members of The Church of Jesus Christ of Latter-day Saints (you know, the folks sometimes nicknamed "Mormons") are moseying on about in the great city of Houston?
Buckle Up, Because Numbers Can Be Fun (Sometimes)
Now, pinpointing exact figures can be trickier than a baptism in a hurricane (Houston weather, am I right folks?). But fear not, intrepid knowledge seekers! We've lassoed some intel from the vast internet prairie. Here's what we rustled up:
- The Houston Herd: Back in the dusty annals of 2011, the rumor mill churned out a figure of around 58,200 Mormons calling H-Town home. That's a mighty big group Bible study, y'all.
- Multiplying Like Rabbits (Metaphorically, of Course): And hold onto your hats! News reports from that era suggested over 1,000 new members were joining the Houston herd every year. Looks like the Texas two-step has a spiritual side!
So, Are We Drowning in Deseret Alphabet or Just Having a Big Fry-Up?
Now, before you start picturing Houston transformed into a giant Salt Lake City Jr., let's hit the brakes. Here's a dash of perspective:
- Spreading the Gospel, Not Taking Over the Rodeo: Houston's a metropolis brimming with folks of all faiths (and no faith). Those 58,200 Mormons, while impressive, constitute only about 1% of the H-town population.
- Kolaches for All!: Let's be honest, maybe some folks are just drawn to the legendary pastries associated with Mormon potlucks. Who can blame them? We all deserve a little taste of heaven now and then (and by heaven, we mean a flaky, fruit-filled kolache).
The Verdict: Houston's Mormon Community - Thriving, Not Terrifying
So, to answer your burning question: There's a healthy community of Mormons in Houston, but they're not exactly an invading force. They're your neighbors, your teachers, maybe even the friendly face behind the kolache stand at the next church bake sale.
Now, if you'll excuse me, I have a sudden craving for a pastry filled with apricot sunshine. Don't worry, there's enough room in Houston for both cowboys and converts.
