peter wrote:Fair comment Sky; I haven't got to that place (yet?) and must admit I can't quite see how it could be reached, but I can't deny you if you say that for you it is so. It's such a personal exploration that anything can go really
Let me make it easier for you. I joined the Mormon church when I was 15/16yo. At the time Id lost my best friend to hit and run. And I was in a dark place. My parents werent ideal, whos are? They, particularly my step father was violent, abusive and manipulative. So not a lot of intellectual or emotional support at home and definitely not spiritual.
I seized onto the teachings as a salve and a salvation from all the shit as a young person, my world was. Mormonism is also family centric paradigm, holding up as a light the ideal to pursuit and attain. These were great things and things I had little experience with. I absorbed church teachings and doctrine like a thirsty sponge. I couldnt wait to serve a full time mission myself. My parents threw me out of home when I was baptised . Threw the few things I owned to the street .. I was literally expelled from my family home. Not because my parents were church goers, just because. I was basically homeless ..
I worked in a factory and on a building site to save money to support myself on a full time mission, and Id finally raised enough money .. as its not particularly cheap and especially not for me, who had pretty much nothing.
Before my mission my parents agreed I could return home. I saw this as a sign from god that hed softened their hearts. But it did not last. Things pretty much returned to their miserable condition in no time at all. I served half a dozen mini missions in my local area. Then I turned 21 and I was off to New Zealand to spread the good news of the restored gospel. I loved my mission and I loved the service. Throughout my membership in the church service was my world. The joy of helping others was what I lived for. I loved it. I still experience that same joy in kindness, service and helping and caring for others.
On my return my parents made it crystal clear they wanted nothing to do with me. Life was hard for me as I adjusted back to normal life .. and as a 23yo I was unsure what to do. I got a few odd jobs and decided to recruit with our state police. I did this so my dad would be proud of me... but he approved of nothing I did .. so I dunno why I navigated my life to secure his acceptance. Before he died, he did actually tell me he loved me, and felt bad for being an ass most of my life.
I held lay callings in the church ... teaching mostly in a range of different voluntary positions in the church. In the last few years of my membership of nearly 35 years I taught early morning seminary with my husband and we ran a breakfast club. My kids were in our classes over the years we did this. In teaching church history and doctrine, I would research for lessons quite broadly to make the lessons more interesting for the youth. Certain things in church history seemed strange and re somethings incomplete. The kids are great, they ask the very things I myself too saw as odd. But I would look up issues so I had answers for them.
Id make excuses like any good apologist would. Even though my gut indicated to me that things werent quite kosher. I loved everything about the church but somethings were not right, could not be right.
I dug into some case histories, and judicial rulings re Hisroh Smith, the founder of the religion. I discovered that he was found guilty of fraud on more than one occasion and read the court transcripts. I discovered he was not the great leader the church teaches he was. That he had intimate relations with a young girl, in his marital home while being married to another woman.. Emma Smith. Then he had other relations with other women, in secret and then married them in secret and unbeknown to his wife, Emma. Later, to cover up his polygammy, he married them again, with Emmas full knowledge.
I learned that he wed an est 40 women, some of them legally married to other men. He would send the husband off on a mission and claim their wives. That led to more discoveries, that the Book of Mormon is also a fraud. I further discovered that there is no genetic evidence of indigenous American or Latin American peoples having originated from the east .. let alone Israel or the Jews.
I started looking into the Christ mythology and found no external evidence of the birth of Jesus, no evidence of his existence outside the Bible at all. Then I slowly started putting the fragments of the reality puzzle .. I had been working on.
I realised that Mormonism is a cult, that the religion is fatally flawed in all its claims. It was then I started to be aware of the conditioning, the use of guilt asa common tool, the requirement not to question but be believing, to not use external sources not approved by the church, not even well regarded academic sources etc. I could live with all this, and simply set reason aside, and I did for several years in fact.
I started to see issues with the churches messaging, its political influence, its anti LGBT narrative. One conference in 2015, the church released a policy I saw as entirely toxic ... on children of same sex couples. It followed on the heels of the assertion of marriage equality in the US. The church had invested time, money and resources in defeating Prop 8. It was like sour grapes.
That weekend both I and my husband wrote our letters of resignation. We were what we call temple worthy, sealed partners and we just looked at each other and realised the church was not worth our wilful blindness.