Praise Jebus, I'm not an active, believing Mormon!!!
Posted: Fri Nov 21, 2008 2:37 am
Every once in a while, I feel that special lightness of being, that ecstasy of the soul, that comes with being free of Mormonism. I understand that it works for some people, and I am happy to enough share the planet with these souls, but I doubt very many will miss my friendship. Maybe one or two do.
Have I been angry? Yes. I may even feel so again, but I feel really happy about it right now. On the whole, my feelings about it tend very much in the direction of peace and joy without a particular angst. I feel like rambling on a bit about why.
Why am I happy? Because I don't have to endure or take any measure of responsibility for the LDS Church's support of Prop 8. I am no longer subject to the mindset and mythology that somehow lead to the fear of gay marriage making cosmic sense, when it is truly blatant nonsense. I also no longer struggle with why blacks were not allowed to hold the priesthood, or why the LDS Church used the fear of unisex bathrooms to drive its members to fight ERA.
I no longer have to sit through drab, lifeless meetings in which Republican ideology is spouted as though it were the very gospel of Christ. I no longer feel bound to obey a gaggle of elderly men as though I were a small child who could not make his own judgments. I no longer feel any obligation to read the LDS scriptures as though they necessarily had any great contribution to make to humanity.
I no longer sit in suspense over when the sealed portion of the plates will be translated and added to the canon. I no longer wonder what ever happened to the Book of Joseph. After all, I have discovered that all of them were. I will never again wonder whether I will live the Principle in the next life, whether the Holy Ghost is a savior in training, whether I will ever be worthy enough for the second anointing, whether Adam God was truly revealed of God, and what difference it makes that the Church has departed from its past teachings and practices. I never have to concern myself with the return of Jesus again. Whew!
I will never again be subjected to PPIs or temple recommend interviews. I will never again have to endure a pep talk on raising ward statistics for hometeaching. I will never again have to endure the travesties of historical error of fact and distortion that pass as God's truth and reality in the chapels of Mormondom. I never again have to struggle to imagine how hours of soporific mumblings of nonagenarians are truly spiritually inspiring. I will never again agonize over the millions of tiny and not so tiny ways I fall short of the glory of God.
Being free of it all is sweet. It really is. I hope the Church is as happy with me gone as I am to be away. I doubt they really notice, but it is nice to think that I will be one less person for them to worry about, one less assignment for hometeaching, one less grumpy guy in the pews. Don't get me wrong, the Mormons are not bad people, but when all is said and done, they are also not really my people. I may have issued forth a black sheep from the loins of faithful pioneers, but I was never really content to live among the saints. I always liked nonmembers and fellow black sheep better. There is something wonderfully human about people who aren't trying to be God's special pet.
Have I been angry? Yes. I may even feel so again, but I feel really happy about it right now. On the whole, my feelings about it tend very much in the direction of peace and joy without a particular angst. I feel like rambling on a bit about why.
Why am I happy? Because I don't have to endure or take any measure of responsibility for the LDS Church's support of Prop 8. I am no longer subject to the mindset and mythology that somehow lead to the fear of gay marriage making cosmic sense, when it is truly blatant nonsense. I also no longer struggle with why blacks were not allowed to hold the priesthood, or why the LDS Church used the fear of unisex bathrooms to drive its members to fight ERA.
I no longer have to sit through drab, lifeless meetings in which Republican ideology is spouted as though it were the very gospel of Christ. I no longer feel bound to obey a gaggle of elderly men as though I were a small child who could not make his own judgments. I no longer feel any obligation to read the LDS scriptures as though they necessarily had any great contribution to make to humanity.
I no longer sit in suspense over when the sealed portion of the plates will be translated and added to the canon. I no longer wonder what ever happened to the Book of Joseph. After all, I have discovered that all of them were. I will never again wonder whether I will live the Principle in the next life, whether the Holy Ghost is a savior in training, whether I will ever be worthy enough for the second anointing, whether Adam God was truly revealed of God, and what difference it makes that the Church has departed from its past teachings and practices. I never have to concern myself with the return of Jesus again. Whew!
I will never again be subjected to PPIs or temple recommend interviews. I will never again have to endure a pep talk on raising ward statistics for hometeaching. I will never again have to endure the travesties of historical error of fact and distortion that pass as God's truth and reality in the chapels of Mormondom. I never again have to struggle to imagine how hours of soporific mumblings of nonagenarians are truly spiritually inspiring. I will never again agonize over the millions of tiny and not so tiny ways I fall short of the glory of God.
Being free of it all is sweet. It really is. I hope the Church is as happy with me gone as I am to be away. I doubt they really notice, but it is nice to think that I will be one less person for them to worry about, one less assignment for hometeaching, one less grumpy guy in the pews. Don't get me wrong, the Mormons are not bad people, but when all is said and done, they are also not really my people. I may have issued forth a black sheep from the loins of faithful pioneers, but I was never really content to live among the saints. I always liked nonmembers and fellow black sheep better. There is something wonderfully human about people who aren't trying to be God's special pet.