why me wrote:Gadianton Plumber wrote:I suppose I resigned because it felt right. I don't think I could really justify it in a logical way, it just felt like the thing to do. Now, does that mean I care what they think of me? Yes, I think it does. I could have just gone inactive and stopped calling myself a Mormon. I wanted them to know I rejected them.
I got news for you. Very few members would care if you resigned. In my neck of the woods, no one would bat an eyelash. Some might say: Oh really. But these days so many people have so much on their own plates with life, that very few people have the time to worry or think about it. In other words, very few people care that you rejected them for being a Mormon.
Well, first and foremost, I did it for myself. Whether anyone actually cared is not the ultimate point, it was meant to be a cathartic experience, maybe a symbol of finality. I also understand that the vast majority of Mormons who don't know me, don't care about my leaving. I am just a number, a statistic to them, and to the Bretheren. But, it's the idea that you and every other believing Mormon hates. The concept of a person walking away from the faith, from the culture and legacy of our ancestors. That a person could see the whole range of evidence and range of faith promoting spiritual experiences and still walk away. Worse, we walk away happy, fulfilled in our decision and content to move on. We will always be Mormon, in a sense, and so maybe we debate or study stuff that we were afraid to before. You and others like you see that as us trying to convince ourselves it isn't true, but you are very wrong. You cannot accept that good people don't need or want or buy what the LDS church is selling. So you call us names. Strange names, but the same names we called others who went before us. Antis, apostates, bigots, wayward sheep, and many many others. It is beyond inconceivable to you to call us normal names, like our given names, or brothers in God.
I sort of feel bad for you, Walmart. I know, in fact I can almost sense that you can see what we are seeing, but maybe the sheer momentum of your life keeps you in the Church.I could be wrong, I am almost certainly projecting, for I remember with vivid clarity seeing what it looks like from your side of the hill. The world doesn't end, but it does open up a great deal when you come over here. I actually feel good about you, I think eventually when you tire of twisting, your true self will win out and I think (and hope) to see you over here. I like you, I really do. I mean that very sincerely. I have great hope for you, my brother.
All the best.