Halfway through her Mormon mission, Sariah Warnick had to stop being what she was: a missionary. No more knocking on doors in a quixotic quest for converts. No more handing out pamphlets on the street about her religionâs birth here on Earth or its views of life after death. No more doctrinal discussions about prayer, prophets or priesthood in the homes of would-be members. In fact, in a move as symbolic as it was mandatory, âSister Warnickâ could not wear her iconic black name tag identifying ... <iframe src="http://www.sltrib.com/csp/mediapool/sites/sltrib/pages/garss.csp" height="1" width="1" > </frame>