Scottie wrote:I remember a Gospel Doctrine lesson on keeping the sabbath holy.
The teacher said something about pulling a few weeds from the garden one Sunday as his wife and kids were outside playing, and did he break the sabbath by doing that. The bulk of the class thought that was sabbath breaking.
Start adding in sins of omission, sin of commission, sins when you think a certain thing, sins for feeling a certain way....it all starts to add up very quickly just how incredibly sinful we are in the eyes of the Mormon God.
So, yes, it is hard to be a Mormon.
Now, is it hard to APPEAR to be a good Mormon? No. Simply abstain from coffee, tea, tobacco and alcohol, pay tithes, attend meetings, don't do recreational activities on Sundays and be nice. Wearing garments and attending the temple helps.
I'm with you, Scottie. I think that it is hard to truly BE a good Mormon, because of all the rules and fine print. I have a friend who always looks like he's going to burst a gasket because he's trying so hard. I wonder sometimes if he has some private room which he goes into to flog himself at night...wait a minute, that's hardcore Catholicism.
When I was LDS, I used to comment that my lifestyle didn't change much. And it hadn't. But I always felt dirty because of the emphasis on how impure people were who had done things that I had done before. Because I had learned to dislike myself, I tried as hard as I could to appear to be a good Mormon. But I always felt like a poser and a fraud.
My views have since changed, I'm not going to play the whore because I occasionally have sex. I get less than most people I know (here them tell it I get more, but that's their perception), just because I actually get some doesn't mean I need to hang my head and wear a scarlet letter. I actually think that judging someone based on whether or not they have sex with a marriage contract nearby is rediculous.
Edited for the TBMs who I know would jump all over this: When I was a member I had sex TWICE. I confessed each time and moved on. The most difficult part for me was the time I had to go back and confess something to a MAN that I had confessed to GOD (though for different reasons) a year-and-a-half before. The confession to the MAN left me feeling dirty, fearful, and just full of hatred for myself. I don't ever want to feel that way again. It's not up to some stranger with a get into the temple free card machine to tell me whether or not I respect my body. It's up to me and my perception of God. Right now I am celibate and want to remain that way. There's no reward system here.