"I know you still have a testimony!"
Posted: Sun Jun 01, 2008 5:15 am
Several of my Mormon neighbors and family members believe that because I continue doing some things I once did as a Mormon that I still have a testimony. My next door neighbor tells me, usually tearfully, that she knows I still have a testimony and she tells me so almost monthly. Regrettably, I have not found a way to convince her otherwise. Oddly, this is the same neighbor who once told me my house was covered in a black shroud of evil and she couldn't stand to look at it.
One of the things that has my neighbor convinced I have a testimony is that I still follow the "commandment" to grow a garden.
When I was a little girl, I sang this song:
The prophet said to plant a garden, so that’s what we’ll do.
For God has given rich brown soil, the rain and sunshine too.
And if we plant the seeds just right and tend them carefully,
Before we know, good things will grow to feed our family.
We’ll plant the seeds to fill our needs, then plant a few to spare,
And show we love our neighbors with the harvest that we share.
Oh, won’t you plant a garden, too, and share the many joys
A garden brings in health and love to happy girls and boys!
For as long as I've had my own home, I've had a garden. Now that I no longer grow vegetables because I am commanded to do so, I enjoy it even more! I also love sharing the things I grow with my neighbors. That doesn't mean I still have a testimony of Mormonism.
I still can salsa. I canned nineteen quarts this evening, though I'll have to wait 'till the end of summer to do it using my own tomatoes. I'll take some of what I made this evening to my neighbor tomorrow, and to my grandma on Monday and give them one more reason to assume I still believe, deep down inside, that the church is true.
The last time my neighbor tearfully told me that she knew I still had a testimony was a few weeks ago. I was pushing her young son and my young daughter down the sidewalk in my wheelbarrow. They love that. She approached me as I neared her driveway and said, "I can tell you still have the Light of Christ inside you. I know you'll come back one day." I didn't know how to respond, so I just mumbled, "I like pushing the kids--it's a lot of fun."
What mildly offends me about the whole issue is that my Mormon family seems to associate any goodness in me, or my apostate family, with a remaining testimony of Mormonism, as if that were the only thing that would cause us to be decent human beings.
Surely, I'm not the only ex-Mormon who deals with such comments. I need a good comeback to the line, "I know you still have a testimony!" I don't want to be rude or hurt anyone's feelings, because I care about these folks, but I'd sure like to say something effective, unlike the mumblings I usually utter.
Maybe I should just say, tearfully and with that testimony voice, "No, I do not still have a testimony. I say this in the name of myself. Amen."
KA
One of the things that has my neighbor convinced I have a testimony is that I still follow the "commandment" to grow a garden.
When I was a little girl, I sang this song:
The prophet said to plant a garden, so that’s what we’ll do.
For God has given rich brown soil, the rain and sunshine too.
And if we plant the seeds just right and tend them carefully,
Before we know, good things will grow to feed our family.
We’ll plant the seeds to fill our needs, then plant a few to spare,
And show we love our neighbors with the harvest that we share.
Oh, won’t you plant a garden, too, and share the many joys
A garden brings in health and love to happy girls and boys!
For as long as I've had my own home, I've had a garden. Now that I no longer grow vegetables because I am commanded to do so, I enjoy it even more! I also love sharing the things I grow with my neighbors. That doesn't mean I still have a testimony of Mormonism.
I still can salsa. I canned nineteen quarts this evening, though I'll have to wait 'till the end of summer to do it using my own tomatoes. I'll take some of what I made this evening to my neighbor tomorrow, and to my grandma on Monday and give them one more reason to assume I still believe, deep down inside, that the church is true.
The last time my neighbor tearfully told me that she knew I still had a testimony was a few weeks ago. I was pushing her young son and my young daughter down the sidewalk in my wheelbarrow. They love that. She approached me as I neared her driveway and said, "I can tell you still have the Light of Christ inside you. I know you'll come back one day." I didn't know how to respond, so I just mumbled, "I like pushing the kids--it's a lot of fun."
What mildly offends me about the whole issue is that my Mormon family seems to associate any goodness in me, or my apostate family, with a remaining testimony of Mormonism, as if that were the only thing that would cause us to be decent human beings.
Surely, I'm not the only ex-Mormon who deals with such comments. I need a good comeback to the line, "I know you still have a testimony!" I don't want to be rude or hurt anyone's feelings, because I care about these folks, but I'd sure like to say something effective, unlike the mumblings I usually utter.
Maybe I should just say, tearfully and with that testimony voice, "No, I do not still have a testimony. I say this in the name of myself. Amen."
KA