I've observed a lot of Mormons who seem happy - anxious, even - to allow a virtual stranger to tell them how to be a husband and father, a wife and mother. Some not only allow the bishop to tell them what to do, and how to do it: they invite him or require him to do so. The bishop is the shepherd of the flock, and knows what's best for them, or so they believe. They tell him all sorts of intimate things about themselves and their families, confess their "deviances", ask for guidance which he is ill-equipped to give, but he gives it anyway as he feels inspired to. He is responsible for all of this because his god has decided that he's the best man to do the job.Kishkumen wrote: ↑Fri Jan 16, 2026 3:41 am“Hey, but he was sincere, and that’s gotta count for something!”
Sounds crazy, right?
Joseph Smith in Nauvoo is hard to rationalize away. The guy had gone way too far. He was driving his truck right into a giant stone wall at 90 mph. Someone was bound to murder him sooner or later.
And I can’t see signing up for that. I can’t see signing up to live under Brigham’s regime either. The Mormonism I grew up in became intolerable once I was enough of an adult to think for myself. I remember the off-kilter demands the bishop made of me and my family. They were nothing severe; it just struck me as oddly inappropriate to allow a virtual stranger to tell me how to be a husband and father. I did not need his help to do those things. His “help” was not going to improve our lives.
I would have had no desire to live in the Mormon society of the 19th century. Finding an escape hatch would have been a top priority.
Could you see yourself as not only a Reverend, but as a Bishop?