My first church meeting in over a decade
Posted: Mon Feb 15, 2016 1:57 pm
My sweetie and I attended Stake Conference this weekend in support of my mother, who was giving a talk. She is a smart and articulate woman and did a great job. I’m always proud of her. Of course I didn’t agree with much of her talk, but we all knew that going in.
It was the first time we’ve attended a regular church service in over a decade. I dreaded it from the get-go. I had a strong suspicion we’d be treated to the same talks we heard too many times to count in the past. Two hours…. Two hours. And yes, I was not disappointed. Surely we entered into some sort of mystical time warp, because those two hours lasted at least a month in real time. This was especially true for the GA’s talk. He’s on the minor-league GA team, but was still given almost an hour – AN HOUR – to talk. He talked about Jesus, and his talk reminded me of the sealing room in the DC temple – the mirrors reflecting the same image ad infinitum. His words were the same words uttered like a self-replicating chant throughout LDSdom. It’s like the temple film. Really? How many times should a self-respecting human being sit through the same inane film, which – even the first time – was simply a repetition of the most basic and simple Mormon teachings learned in primary?
What strikes me about this hour long GA talk which was full of nothing but repetitious ideas, devoid of one grain of originality, is that this guy felt self-important enough to decide that he really needed an HOUR – an HOUR – to drone on and on. The experience is representative of GAs in general. While their private lives must be different, they appear as the same stuffed suits repeating the same canned lines, boring and inconsequential to anyone’s lives and yet full of unwarranted self-importance. Really? An HOUR????
And all those poor people there with young children – what torture. It’s hard enough to sit through it as an adult, but throw some poor children in as additional victims, and it’s pure torture.
At the end, all we could say is: I AM SO GLAD I’M NOT LDS! It’s like the LDS church uses meetings as a form of slow Chinese water torture. Just the thought of all the hours of my life I saved by leaving the LDS church makes me want to do a happy dance.
It was the first time we’ve attended a regular church service in over a decade. I dreaded it from the get-go. I had a strong suspicion we’d be treated to the same talks we heard too many times to count in the past. Two hours…. Two hours. And yes, I was not disappointed. Surely we entered into some sort of mystical time warp, because those two hours lasted at least a month in real time. This was especially true for the GA’s talk. He’s on the minor-league GA team, but was still given almost an hour – AN HOUR – to talk. He talked about Jesus, and his talk reminded me of the sealing room in the DC temple – the mirrors reflecting the same image ad infinitum. His words were the same words uttered like a self-replicating chant throughout LDSdom. It’s like the temple film. Really? How many times should a self-respecting human being sit through the same inane film, which – even the first time – was simply a repetition of the most basic and simple Mormon teachings learned in primary?
What strikes me about this hour long GA talk which was full of nothing but repetitious ideas, devoid of one grain of originality, is that this guy felt self-important enough to decide that he really needed an HOUR – an HOUR – to drone on and on. The experience is representative of GAs in general. While their private lives must be different, they appear as the same stuffed suits repeating the same canned lines, boring and inconsequential to anyone’s lives and yet full of unwarranted self-importance. Really? An HOUR????
And all those poor people there with young children – what torture. It’s hard enough to sit through it as an adult, but throw some poor children in as additional victims, and it’s pure torture.
At the end, all we could say is: I AM SO GLAD I’M NOT LDS! It’s like the LDS church uses meetings as a form of slow Chinese water torture. Just the thought of all the hours of my life I saved by leaving the LDS church makes me want to do a happy dance.
