A Public Apology
Posted: Fri Dec 21, 2007 7:40 pm
Given Christmas is nearly upon us, and yes Coggins, I'm not afraid to put the "Christ" in Christmas, I thought I'd take a minute and apologize to the believing Mormons and especially the apologists. You've been given a raw deal and I just wanted to say that I'm sorry. I'm sorry that the church isn't true. I really am. Not for myself, I'm beyond that struggle now, but for all of you who were sincerely hoping for a great sci-fi adventure after death, I honestly feel a little bad. Hugh Nibley once said after reading dozens of science fiction books, that the entire genre was nothing more than a poor substitute for the Gospel, which I took to mean the Gospel was the greatest science fiction story ever created. I could see his point at the time, the high-tech Urim and Thummim, sometimes scaling to planetary size. The ability to sustain life on and colonize the moon and the sun. Galactic scale struggles with the forces of evil. Graviton force shields to mask the location of Kolob. Endlessly seeding universes which likely entails creating bubble universes from the mysterious quantum soap (as the apologists teach) all to be populated by uncountable sex acts. I won't go as far to say it's a noble dream, but it's one hell of a fantasy, and I can't honestly fault anyone for wanting it to be true. Mitt Romney's favorite book is Battlefield Earth, that is, next to the Bible (interpreted Mormon style) and I for one, understand and condone the escapism.
And I'm sorry it's all not true. I'm sorry that when you die that it's going to be lights out forever! Eternal blackness! Your existence, snuffed out, never to arise again. Doesn't that scare you? No Celestial treats for anyone. No joys in visiting the critics among the lower kingdoms and saying to them, "I told you so." It's just not going to happen. I understand you really want it to happen. That you can't imagine living the drudgery of day-to-day existence and then fading into nothingness. But eternal death, somewhat unfortunately to the thinking of many, is what has been slated for you.
I'm sorry that this whole epic drama was concocted by a man who was dangling a carrot on a stick to his followers in order to get his cut of adventure, glory and sex early. He gave you the fantasy of the next world so that he could live his fantasy in this world. I am remorseful that Joseph "Statutory" Smith was looking down at the hay with the barn door closed rather than up in the sky through a quiet grove of trees. It's just the way it was. And most of you were taught the majestic version so early that it's not really by choice that you believe in it and clutch it tightly to your chest.
And as I mentioned in the opening, I'm especially sorry for the apologists whose sense of duty binds them to invent the most fantastic excuses and craft the most absurd arguments -- excuses and arguments more unbelievable than Mormon mythology itself -- in order to redeem a man who never did anything more than use your own good faith and self-denial to see to his own self-indulgence.
It's a real shame that you were born into this mess, and since the church will never apologize to you for it, I just thought in the spirit of the Christmas season that I'd do it myself.
I'm sorry.
And I'm sorry it's all not true. I'm sorry that when you die that it's going to be lights out forever! Eternal blackness! Your existence, snuffed out, never to arise again. Doesn't that scare you? No Celestial treats for anyone. No joys in visiting the critics among the lower kingdoms and saying to them, "I told you so." It's just not going to happen. I understand you really want it to happen. That you can't imagine living the drudgery of day-to-day existence and then fading into nothingness. But eternal death, somewhat unfortunately to the thinking of many, is what has been slated for you.
I'm sorry that this whole epic drama was concocted by a man who was dangling a carrot on a stick to his followers in order to get his cut of adventure, glory and sex early. He gave you the fantasy of the next world so that he could live his fantasy in this world. I am remorseful that Joseph "Statutory" Smith was looking down at the hay with the barn door closed rather than up in the sky through a quiet grove of trees. It's just the way it was. And most of you were taught the majestic version so early that it's not really by choice that you believe in it and clutch it tightly to your chest.
And as I mentioned in the opening, I'm especially sorry for the apologists whose sense of duty binds them to invent the most fantastic excuses and craft the most absurd arguments -- excuses and arguments more unbelievable than Mormon mythology itself -- in order to redeem a man who never did anything more than use your own good faith and self-denial to see to his own self-indulgence.
It's a real shame that you were born into this mess, and since the church will never apologize to you for it, I just thought in the spirit of the Christmas season that I'd do it myself.
I'm sorry.