The Rise and Fall of a Testimony

The following is an essay I’ve written on my journey out of Mormonism (originally posted on my personal blog here). My journey to atheism is another story. Perhaps I will post it in the future.

Tell me about your testimony.

I was 24 years old when my bishop asked me this question and I thought back to the origins of my testimony.

My parents were and are as faithful Mormons as ever you’ll meet. They had raised me and my ten siblings in the Church. We went to church every week and read scriptures every day. When I was 14 years old, I decided that I wanted to know for myself that the Church was true instead of just believing. I decided to test the promise of the prophet Moroni, found in the last chapter of the Book of Mormon: And when ye shall receive these things, I would exhort you that ye would ask God, the Eternal Father, in the name of Christ, if these things are not true; and if ye shall ask with a sincere heart, with real intent, having faith in Christ, he will manifest the truth of it unto you, by the power of the Holy Ghost. And by the power of the Holy Ghost ye may know the truth of all things (Moroni 10: 4-5).

I spent a weekend and shut myself up in my room and read all 531 pages of the Book of Mormon. I fasted during this time, interrupting my reading only to attend church Sunday morning. I finished the book late Sunday night and knelt beside my bed, giddy with anticipation for the testimony I was sure God would give me. Father in Heaven, I prayed, Is the Book of Mormon true?

I waited. Nothing happened.

I looked at the verses again, scouring the instructions like a recipe; perhaps Id forgotten an ingredient.Hmm, well, it says to ask if these things are nottrue. So I asked again, Is the Book or Mormon not true? Silence.

Again and again, I reread those verses and prayed, asking myself,Do I not have enough real intent? Enough faith in Christ? Is my heart not sincere enough? But no matter how I tried, I couldnt make any kind of revelation come.

I walked through the dark house to break my fast and wept alone in the kitchen, eating a peach.

When the Churchs semi-annual General Conference convened a few weeks later, apostle Robert D. Hales related the story of how David O. McKay, the ninth president of the church, as a boy had wanted to know for himself regarding the truthfulness of the Gospel, and decided to pray about the matter:

I dismounted, threw my reins over my horses head, and there under a serviceberry bush I prayed that God would declare to me the truth of his revelation to Joseph Smith (New Era, Jan. 1972, p. 56).

He prayed fervently and sincerely with as much faith as he could find within him. When he finished his prayer, he waited for an answer. Nothing seemed to happen. Disappointed, he rode slowly on, saying to himself at the time, No spiritual manifestation has come to me. If I am true to myself, I must say I am just the same old boy that I was before I prayed (ibid.).

A direct answer to this prayer was many years in coming. While serving a mission in Scotland, Elder McKay received a powerful spiritual manifestation. He later commented, Never before had I experienced such an emotion. It was a manifestation for which as a doubting youth I had secretly prayed most earnestly on hillside and in meadow. It was an assurance to me that sincere prayer is answered sometime, somewhere. (Francis M. Gibbons,David O. McKay, Salt Lake City: Deseret Book Co., 1986, p. 50) (Hales,

This story comforted me. If even a man who had gone on to become the prophet hadnt received a testimony the first time he had asked, then maybe there was hope for me too. I would have faith and patience and trust that God would show me the truth in His own time and in His own way.

When I was 18, I was hanging out in a Religion and Philosophy chat room when a user asked if there were any Mormons online. I responded that I was Mormon and he began sending me private messages, asking for help in clarifying some doubts he had. Although I hadnt had any dramatic spiritual experiences, I now felt that I had a testimony. As I put it in an email message that I composed to this stranger, I know because of the sweet peace I feel when I read the Book of Mormon. I know because of the happiness that enters my life when I abide by the Churchs commandments and the sadness that enters when I dont. I know what it is to have doubts and to study and to seek and to ask God and have him show me answers that wiped all doubt from my mind. I know the joy and love and conviction that swells up in my soul every time I sing, Praise to the man who communed with Jehovah! (Hymns #27)

I repeated analogies Id heard over the years. The Gospel is like a jigsaw puzzle. When youre working a puzzle and you cant fit in all the sky pieces right away, you dont toss out the puzzle and declare, This puzzle isnt true! Everything has to come in the right sequence and sometimes you cant fit certain pieces in until you fit others in first. Or, I dont have the slightest idea how a computer works, but that doesnt change the fact that it does work.

I ended my message to this man with: Dont feel alone in your doubts. They come to everyone but if you study and ask Heavenly Father he will give you answers as hes given to me and millions of others. I know this Church is true and it will prosper and conquer any man or devil that attempts to hinder its progression. The Gospel of Jesus Christ will roll forth and fill the earth whether you go with it or not. I hope you will, because youll be happy. And Ive yet to meet or hear of a happy apostate. Our leaders taught that anyone who left the Church did so under the influence of Satan and that they spent the rest of their lives miserable, angry and tormented, and I believed it.

Ironically, even as I testified about the Churchs power to bring happiness, I was myself being treated for clinical depression. But I attributed my depression to one of the trials of mortality, part of the Refiners fire that would help me grow stronger, or because I was allowing the influence of Satan into my life, whose sole aim was to [seek] that all men might be miserable like unto himself (2 Nephi 2:27).

I began college and remained faithful to the teachings of the Church. I attended services every week; abstained from coffee, tea, alcohol and tobacco; took classes at the Churchs Institute of Religion and dutifully handed out Books of Mormon to my non-member friends. I was even preparing to serve as a missionary.

That all changed when I was excommunicated at the age of 22. My sin? I gave my virginity to the man who would become my husband three months before our wedding.

I loved the Church and had devoted my life to its teachings. To be stripped of my membership because of one mistake was devastating. D. Michael Quinn describes excommunication this way: “For a believing Mormon, one who sees Mormonism as the true church and believes in the priesthood and the revelations that have been published, Mormonism is their whole life. All their hope, all of their anticipation is connected with that. Now, to be deprived of membership in the LDS Church is to lose all of that. And for a Mormon who is an ardent believer, that is a kind of death.”

Yet even with the underlying trauma, the year following my excommunication was actually fairly happy. The letter from the Church informing me of the bishops decision to excommunicate me had said that it was the will of our Father in Heaven to release me from my covenants.

All my life, Id lived with the pressure that I must be a good example to those around me. Along with this wonderful blessing of the fulness of the Gospel came the responsibility to be a light to the world. If I slipped up, others might judge the whole Church based on my actions. Now I was no longer a member and no longer under covenant. I took the opportunity to see what it might be like to just be like everyone else. My foray into Babylon included taking a job that required me to work on Sundays and wearing tank tops on hot days. I didnt look for ways to work God into conversations, hoping it would segue into an opportunity to share the Gospel. I rented R-ratedErin Brokavich and let cuss words slip.

One morning, I was sitting in the hall waiting for my French class to start, shooting the breeze with my classmates and I smiled as I thought,Im not the weird one anymore.

My first year away from the Church was also my first year of marriage. Creating a bondwith my best friend wove a security and contentment like nothing Id ever experienced before. When I got married, I went off my anti-depressant medication by default; I couldnt afford it now that I was no longer under my parents health insurance, but somehow I wasnt experiencing depression anymore.

I recognized that I was happier outside of the Church, but deep down I still believed that it was true. What else could account for the peaceful feelings I had when I read scripture, or the happiness I felt when I sang at church, or the synchronicities that sometimes followed prayer?

When I became pregnant with our first child, the question of what to do about God and the Church weighed more heavily. I believed that Id be held accountable in the next life if I chose to ignore what I knew, and doubly accountable if I didnt teach my son what I knew. I wished I could honestly say that I didnt believe it so that I could be at peace about turning my back and walking away, but years of indoctrination ran deep, and no matter how much I wanted to uproot my testimony, I couldnt.

So when the bishop asked me to tell him about my testimony, just weeks after my sons birth, I replied, Ive had a testimony for years. Ive tried to forget. Ive tried to explain it all away and convince myself that its not true, but I cant. I know its true.

Thats a pretty strong testimony, he said approvingly.

I told him that I struggled to understand why excommunicating me had been necessary.

Does that seem harsh to you? he asked.

Yeah, honestly, it does, I said.

To my surprise, he said that he agreed with me. After reading through the proceedings of the disciplinary council, he couldnt understand why my previous bishop had come to the conclusion that I must be excommunicated. Furthermore, he could see no reason for me to remain outside the Church any longer and he wanted to see me re-baptized as soon as possible.

It didnt quite make sense. If it was going to be so easy to come back, why the violence of excommunication? So far as I could tell, the only penance Id done was to start showing up at church again. Well, that and Ray and I had gone to the county offices and gotten a piece of paper, and this document somehow magically turned sex into a beautiful gift from God instead of an abominable sin. But Id just had the biggest scare of my life. During labor, my baby had gone into distress and had to be born via an emergency c-section. That was all the wake-up call I needed. God had wrought a miracle and brought me and my baby both through that ordeal healthy, and as a token of my gratitude, I would follow the counsel of His appointed representative, take it on faith and try.

The morning after my re-baptism, I wrote in my journal, I actually dont feel very different. Im disappointed because even though Ive been given the gift of the Holy Ghost, I still dont feel him and I thought I would. But, I reminded myself, I didnt feel any different when I was baptized and confirmed at age eight, but I certainly did feel the Spirit during my life. I didnt lose the Spirit all at once so I shouldnt expect to regain it all at once. The Book of Mormon teaches that faith is like a little seed. It takes time and nourishment to grow (Alma ch. 32).

So I kept going to church and started reading my scriptures again, though it reminded me of exercising or eating vegetables, something you do not so much because you want to, but because you believe that its good for you. Had church always been this excruciatingly boring? I hoped that if I kept going through the outward motions, eventually the inward emotions would return.

Every now and then, I did feel a familiar flicker inside, but my new awareness of all the flaws within the Church smothered any sparks of a re-burgeoning testimony. My two-year absence gave me my first opportunity to look at my religion from an objective standpoint. My beloved Garden of Eden was overgrown with thorns, and I wondered,Have these thorns always been here?

Every week the gender gap glared at me. Id always known that women were expected to be mothers and homemakers and that they couldnt hold the priesthood, but motherhood also held such a special place of reverence as the most holy calling of all. Men and women had different roles, but they were both equally valued. At least, that was the party line. I realized that the bishop or one of his councilors would sometimes sit in on the womens Relief Society meeting, checking in and presiding, but knew that it would be unheard of for the Relief Society president to visit the mens Elders Quorum meeting. Women were only allowed to preside over other women or children. The bishops, stake presidents, apostles and prophets–all of the positions that had any real authority–all had to hold the priesthood, and therefore all had to be men.

All my life, Id been tom-boyish because I knew no women whom I wanted to emulate. Most women at church acted unintelligent, incapable and dependent, and it made me angry. A female religious instructor that I had admired and loved was an exception. The Church allowed her employment only because she wasnt married and didnt have a family. She was intelligent and charismatic, fit and attractive. Seemed any man with half a brain would have snatched her up, but she was in her early forties and still single, and I suspected that it was because she was too independent and confident. Most Mormon men want a wife who is more submissive and less questioning.

One incident in Relief Society particularly troubled me. A woman–Ill call her Sister Jones–announced that her son and daughter-in-law were moving to the ward soon and she hoped we would be welcoming to them. Now, she said, with a smirk, Susans last name is Bennett, not Jones, and shesvery particular about that, but if you can just get past that– she threw her hands up in the air and rolled her eyes, as if to say,What can you do? –shes very nice. Laughter erupted all around the room, and I felt sick at the derision for this woman who had the courage to keep her name. The middle-aged woman sitting next to me muttered with contempt out the side of her mouth, She didnt take hisname? What kind of sisterhood was this?

Talks and lessons about homosexuality now troubled me. I had believed it when Id been taught that homosexuality was a perversion and a gross sin, but my younger brother had since come out. This person that I knew and loved did not fit the Churchs picture of a subversive deviant. My brother was one of the sweetest and gentlest people I knew. How was I to believe that he was among the vilest of sinners?

The issue of same-sex marriage was just gaining steam in the media. I never dared say so at church, but I couldnt oppose gay marriage. Even though our priesthood leaders–the appointed mouthpieces of God Himself–preached that gay marriage threatened the nuclear family and the very fabric of our society, I couldnt see how allowing gays to marry would interfere with my right to be married to a man and to raise my children in a traditional family.

Ray and I are both intensely introverted, and we did not fit the Churchs social expectations. Mormons equate being friendly and outgoing with being Christlike, and becoming like Christ is the ultimate goal of our existence. Having to go to church and make meaningless small talk every week was torture. I knew the adage: The members may not be perfect, but the Church is, and so I tried to smile and be nice, but my tolerance for annoying people evaporated faster than rubbing alcohol without the warm, fuzzy feeling the Spirit experience that Id had before my excommunication.

My depression returned. Others brushed it off as a postpartum symptom, but I recognized it as the all-too-familiar despair of knowing that no matter how hard I tried I would never measure up. I hadnt realized how much the Church bulldozed me until Id been out from underneath it for a while.

For almost as long as I could remember, Id been aware of certain gaps in Church doctrine or history, but I wasnt going to let the pieces of the puzzle that didnt fit bother me. I had a testimony from the Holy Ghost and I had faith that one day, everything would be clear. For eight months now, we had been going to church and trying to do everything right, trying to have faith, and the pleasant, peaceful feelings on which I had previously based my testimony still would not return.

I made a decision: If I was going to devote the rest of my life to an institution that made me miserable, it had damn well better be true. So I began to write. Despite my current doubts, I knew that I had known it was all true before. I figured all I had to do was get it all out on paper so I could sort it all out and then everything would be okay.

But thats not what happened. The more I wrote, the more questions I had and the less any of it made sense.

I remembered bits of doubt that had crept in since I had been excommunicated. One evening, I had watched a documentary calledThe Journey of Man. Geneticist Spencer Wells presented DNA evidence that proved that the native peoples of North and South America descended from a group that came over from northeast Russia about 10,000 years ago, not from the Middle East in 600 B.C., as claimed by the Book of Mormon. My seminary teacher had accounted for the lack of archaeological evidence by explaining that the Book of Mormon was not a history of all of ancient America, but rather the proceedings of the lineage of one family, but this DNA evidence troubled me. Right there in the books Introduction–written by the prophets of the Church, whose words are considered scripture–it stated that the Lamanites who remained at the end of the Book of Mormon were the principal ancestors of the American Indians (1981 ed.) (Though, interestingly, in the 2006 edition, this was altered to say that they were among the ancestors of the American Indians.)

The story of Adam and Eve is taken very literally in Mormonism and plays an integral part of the temple ordinances that they believe are necessary for salvation. Church doctrine teaches that the Fall occurred about 6000 years ago, and no human beings were on our world before then. I had heard of evolution, but we didnt believe in it. I didnt worry about all the fossil records because my mother explained that carbon dating was flawed and geologists and paleontologists had their dates wrong. Why wouldnt I believe her? My mother is a very intelligent woman, and scientists get stuff wrong all the time. Theyre mere men who used to think the world was flat, for crying out loud. Our prophets, on the other hand, were talking directly to God. What more reliable source could there be than that?

About a year after my excommunication I took an art history class. The paleolithic cave paintings didnt faze me because I knew those were all misdated. But then a slide came on the screen of a human skull with restored plaster features found in the city of Jericho. It was a ghostly image, but it haunted me because of its date: about 6000 B.C. The next slide was of the Turkish city of atal Hyk, dated between 6000-5900 B.C. I didnt have any qualms dismissing dates that were too far removed, but it seemed less likely to me that a date that recent could be so far off. It didnt fit with the Churchs official history, that everything had started with two people only six thousand years ago. Furthermore, Joseph Smith placed the Garden of Eden in present day Missouri. Here was an entire civilization on the other side of the world two thousand years before their first parents had supposedly walked the earth.

I put it in my notes:atal Hyk, Jericho skulls, 6000 B.C., and I felt like I was driving a straight pin into a dam.

Later in the semester, we studied the ancient Greeks. I saw sculptures of Zeus,Aphrodite, Apollo, Athena. I saw the Parthenon, the Erechtheion, temples to Hera, Artemis, Demeter and other deities. I had always thought of Greek mythology as just that: mythology. But I couldnt imagine that the Greeks were building these structures just for fun. I realized that they must have believed in their religion then just as fervently as we believe in ours now.

I remembered further back to my first day of classes as a music major, just four months after Id been excommunicated. In choir, we rehearsed The Battle Hymn of the Republic, the same arrangement that made the Mormon Tabernacle Choir famous. It was the sopranos turn to come in with the Glory, glory, hallelujah, but tears welled up in my eyes my voice failed me. I hadnt attended church for about three months, the longest absence in my life at that point. Nothing communicated the love of God to my soul the way music did. Never did I feel the Spirit more strongly than when I was singing. I loved singing sacred music and I missed it. If anything can bring me back to the Gospel, I wrote in my journal that night, music can.

And yet, at the back of my mind crept the thought,The ancient Greeks must have had hymns to their gods, too, that were no less powerful and moving to them. Maybe I didnt love music because of God. Maybe I just loved music because of music.

I thought about what my current bishop had said about how he felt my previous bishop had made a mistake in excommunicating me. In a way, it had been a comfort, but it raised a disconcerting question: Is everything the bishop does subject to second guessing? If these bishops disagreed, they couldnt both be right. Supposedly our priesthood leaders were all working under divine inspiration to carry out Gods will, but if that were so, how could my bishop have made such a big mistake? And if he could make a mistake, what made him any more special than any other man?

If you believe in Christ–and I did–then the premise of Mormonism that the true Church that Christ established when he was on the earth was lost and corrupted through the ages and needed to be restored makes sense. But I looked at the Mormon Church and thought,Can that really be it? Look at how they treat gays. Look at how they treat women. Is that really the way Jesus would have wanted things?

Nowadays, we think the Greek beliefs are absurd, but if I thought about it, were mine any more plausible? Even if I took Joseph Smith and the Golden Plates and the Lamanites out of the equation and just looked at the Christian story: A virgin conceived a child, who was God, and somehow when this child grew to adulthood and underwent a form of execution that was fairly common at the time, this act somehow saved all of humanity from…

Saved from what?

What about neanderthals? They were a separate species from humans, but still intelligent. Were they intelligent enough to be capable of sin? Were they among the children of God that Christ died to save, or mere animals?

The theory had too many flaws to any longer hold validity. I couldnt justify the risk of a leap of faith across this ever-widening chasm. I couldnt believe it anymore, and it was like I had taken off a corset and suddenly I could breathe.


Writer. Poet. Teacher. Journeyer. Living in North Carolina @leahiellio

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26 Responses

  1. Becky C. says:

    That was lovely.

    Thank you.

  2. ildi says:

    I gave my virginity to the man who would become my husband three months before our wedding.

    How did they find out? Do Mormons have confession, like Catholics? Hey, if you had been Catholic, you would have just gotten a bunch of “Our Fathers” and “Hail Marys” to say…

  3. Andrew says:

    You stated that learning about the Greek devotion to their Gods helped change your outlook on yours. I have had a similar response with my evangelicalism and mormonism. So many patterns of evangelical behavior and theology, I found represented in Mormonism. Like you, I saw that my belief was not as unique as I thought it was.

  4. Hellmut says:

    Thanks for sharing your story, Leah. Mormonism really does isolate us from our peers, doesn’t it?

    Becoming Mormon in Germany, I consider it stunting my development as a teenager.

    O well, if it hadn’t been Mormonism, it might have been something else. But still, I wonder what might have become of me otherwise.

  5. Leah says:

    Becky, Thanks!

    ildi, Yes, there was a confession process, though it was somewhat coerced and a long story. 🙂

    Andrew, I used to think my religion was unique. Why wouldn’t it be? It’s the One True Church, right? But I’ve talked to so many people from so many different faiths and have found that they’re all a lot more alike than not.

    Hellmut, I, too, wonder what might have been if I hadn’t been stifled by my religion growing up. But on the other hand, it was religion that motivated my parents to have so many children, so in a very real way, I have Mormonism to thank for my very existence. Ah, irony!

  6. Wayne says:

    Your experience is similar to mine. As I left the church and started to go on my own path I became less depressed.

    Another interesting note other Christian churches are more tolerant of members who don’t take the Bible literally.

  7. chanson says:

    Like you, I saw that my belief was not as unique as I thought it was.

    Me too. Comparing with another religion was the tipping point in my deconversion as well.

    I could have sworn I saw a study (posted on MSP?) showing that college majors in the humanities (where people end up making cross-cultural comparisons) were the ones that led to the greatest decrease in religiosity. I can’t find the link, though…

  8. Saganist says:

    Thanks, Leah. I can relate to a lot of your story.

  9. profxm says:

    RE: #7

    It’s actually social scientists who are the least religious, at least among those with graduate education. Not sure about students – though I have some data I could examine. References available upon request.

  10. chanson says:

    profxm — OK, it wasn’t here then. No wonder I couldn’t find it. 😉

    I’m still on vacation (hence have limited Internet access), but maybe I’ll try to track it down when I get back to Switzerland.

    It was definitely about how religiosity changes during undergraduate school. Apparently some majors were correlated with more decrease in belief than others, and some people were surprised to see that studying other cultures led to more decrease in belief than studying the sciences.

  11. Madame Curie says:

    Thank you for sharing that, Leah. I can relate to a lot of it, and it brought tears to my eyes.

  12. philomytha says:

    chanson– no wonder BYU doesn’t have a Comparative Religion major! That was what I wanted to study, but had to settle for a million classes on Mormonism.

  13. Therese says:

    Thank you for that. I experienced a similar thing with depression – had episodes all growing up, and then after I left the church they gradually subsided and I don’t have them anymore. It’s really interesting! Someone should do a study on that actually.

  14. I loved your story, and can really relate to your last line. Losing my belief in the truth claims of the LDS church allowed me the perspective to realize that I had been unwittingly suffocating all my life. That first breath of freedom was inspiring.

  15. Leah says:

    Wayne and Therese: I too, find the correlation between Mormonism and depression fascinating, and ironic considering their claim to teaching the One True Plan of Happiness.

    Chanson, profxm and philomytha: Secular education was a huge part of my deconversion, not just science, but history and anthropology as well. I got to college (a public community college, not BYU) and saw just how much the Church’s teaching conflicted with what the rest of the world knew. One or two discrepancies, you can tuck away in the recesses of your mind and not worry about, but the more I learned, the more I couldn’t reconcile and in the end, I just couldn’t swallow it anymore.

    Saganist and Madame Curie: Thanks so much for reading!

    Jonathan: Thanks! Life on the outside is good, isn’t it? The truth shall set you free!

  16. Jeremy Parker says:

    The Lord had more faith in you than you had in yourself it seems. You didn’t need bells and whistles, angels and heavenly choirs. The evidences were all around you, think back and remember.

    The dead end road you’re on is easier, I’ll grant you that, but it’s short and not going anywhere.

    I dare you to go to church the very next Sunday after you read this, no excuses, no prior plans, just go one last time and try the experiment one last time. If you can do it with integrity you will have met my burden of proof and then you’ll have my blessing.

    No excuses, no chickening out. What have you got to lose? A lack of belief?

    I promise you that if you go you will know it is true. The Lord knows the end from the beginning and He isn’t ever going to give up on you or anyone else. Don’t give up on Him.

  17. Ray says:

    lol @ Jeremy. Did that guy even read the story?

  18. Leah says:

    Hi Jeremy, I’ve been on my road away from the Church for almost five years now, and I can tell you that it’s anything but a dead end. I made an honest try at going back. If there is a god, he knows that, and if he would condemn me for refusing to submit to an abusive belief system, then he does not deserve my worship. And also, since many members of my family are still LDS, I have gone to a few church services since leaving and still find no reason to believe in it.

    The evidence was all around me? I beg to differ.

    I didn’t try hard enough? Oh, yes I did.

    Have you given “apostasy” an honest try? If you read my story, then you know that I concluded that the Church was false without reading anything “anti-Mormon.” But I’m curious, have you read any “anti-Mormon” critiques of the Church, or critiques of religion in general? What do you have to lose? If you lose your faith, it wasn’t worth having anyway.

    What do I have to lose by going to church? How about time with my family? Contrary to a misconceived belief, we do not get to be with our families forever, and I’d rather spend our Sundays enjoying each other than sitting in meetings.

  19. Kevin says:

    Jeremy, I was incredibly offended at your comment, The dead end road youre on is easier, Ill grant you that, but its short and not going anywhere. It insulted the personal growth Ive experienced over the last couple of years. Yes, I too have listened with tears rolling down my eyes to Jeffrey R. Hollands flowery prose and emphatic diction as he spoke of the infinite worth of the atonement, and how receipt of such a gift was not meant to be easy. As such, I understand where you are coming from. It is rough to be a practicing LDS member. Everyone mocks you, you cant participate in certain activities that society deems normal, and you have to participate in other activities that others find ludicrous. Trust me, the 2 years that I spent knocking on doors, telling intelligent people 3 times my age that what they believed was misguided and just plain wrong, was anything but easy. But, I would submit that strict adherence to any lifestyle that separates you from your peers is just as difficult. I find it hard to believe that Orthodox Jews, Buddhist Monks or the Amish etc. have it any easier because they arent striving to receive his atoning grace. (or at least his correct atoning grace.)
    Jeremy, the most difficult ordeal that I endured was losing my faith. While most people I talk to who have abandoned Mormonism or any other system of belief found that it cured, or at least reduced their depression, I found that it exacerbated mine. The most profound and difficult questions we have to answer in this life are the very questions religion purports to answer. As long as these answers are in place, we are free to pursue our daily routines and focus our attention to the more mundane and common questions. I was raised Mormon and, for as long as I can remember, have been fascinated with the transcendent. I faked sick during a 5th grade test because rather than concentrating on the questions, I was tortured, trying to hide my tears as I struggled to define the initial spark that caused existence. Thats just one of many examples. This obsession led me to read everything I could on Mormonism. If it was written by Talmage, Widtsoe, Joseph Smith, F. Smith, Fielding Smith, Madsen, Skousen etc., I read it and believed it. The more I read and understood, the more comfort I received knowing that when death came, Id at least know what was up. With such a myopic point of view, Mormonism formed the framework of my existence. Every piece of information I received was filed away according to the mental structure, or filing system. I had built using Mormon teachings.
    Now, I wont go into too much detail concerning my deconversion, except to explain that it had nothing to do with anti-mormon literature or any offense taken from church authorities. It was more of a result of my continuing honest and sincere search for truth. Now, imagine my horror when I had to confront the possibility that I might be wrong, that all my mental files were out of place and the great questions in life were still unanswered. We humans have an inborn fear of the unknown, and as intelligent and well read as I thought I was, I realized I would face with the greatest unknown completely unprepared. Everything I thought I knew was out of place. I frantically tried to come up with a new worldview to provide the same comfort I felt when I knew the gospel was beyond reproach. Even a fraction of that comfort would have been sufficient, but it never came. I was faced with the most humiliating prospect of all, that I didnt know, and that I would never know. Those realizations are not easy. The Mormon road was a lot easier. On top of the unfortunate smug, and inquisitive personality expressed in this comment, Im also very light-hearted and charismatic in social situations, if I do say so myself. ? Such a personality afforded me countless opportunity to indulge in every sin imaginable. I almost always took advantage. Most of these sins were committed while I believed. Even with the supposed realization that my actions would have eternal consequences, at least I knew what was coming. Never, through all these sins did I ever feel the amount of despair I felt when I had to battle my doubts. When something so important and pervasive is torn away, the consequences are traumatic.
    And as far as the road being short or a dead end is concerned, the disintegration of my faith began when I discovered the Mormon road had in fact led me to an intellectual dead end. Once I reached that dead end, I explored other avenues to obtain knowledge and truth. I had to do a bit of mental gymnastics to reconcile my new evidence-based information with my faith-based beliefs but I had years of practice so I did alright. When I finally realized that I didnt have to let my faith stand in the way of logic and reason, I found that my options became unlimited. I could take things for what they are rather than change the evidence to suit my beliefs. I can now pursue truth everywhere, not just in Mormon sanctioned sources. Jeremy, this road is endless.

  20. Craig says:

    I can’t even say how often I’ve heard that from my family/former friends who are still in the church. When I told my parents that I was leaving the church, the first thing they asked me was “are you doing it just so you can live the ‘homosexual lifestyle'”, as if not believing in the church wasn’t enough, or as if I was just doing it to sin. They told me they could never accept that I was truly happy, and that what I was doing was right for me.

    Soon thereafter, one of my uncles started leaving “anonymous” (I traced the IP address) comments on my blog telling me that he “knew” that I still had a testimony and that I still really knew, deep down what was right (the church) and that I was lying when I said I was a gay atheist.

    I’ve found that at least for now, there is nothing I can do or say to convince them that I’ve living my life authentically. For them, there is only one way to live correctly, and if you deviate from that even a little, then you’re wrong, eternally and completely WRONG!

    The inherent hypocrisy in Jeremy’s comment (and in my family’s behaviour) is what is so frustrating. They expect us to do what they’re not willing to ever do: consider that we’re wrong, especially when we’ve already done that and found out that yes, we were wrong.

    Unfettered thought is indeed a wonderful thing. Knowing that there is no right answer, least of all only one is wonderfully liberating (if a bit scary at times).

  21. Hellmut says:

    Religion is a matter of conscience. Unfortunately, that is hard to understand for believing Mormons like Jeremy. The reason is that Mormons do not believe but “know.”

    If you can know then everyone can know and therefore no one can legitimately disagree with you about religion.

    That is why Mormonism is so intolerant of outsiders, at least, when there is no hope of conversion. If you are willfully gentile then there must be something wrong with you.

  22. I read this a while back and it is a supurb piece that makes you laugh, makes you shake your head, and makes you mad at what the church and religion do, and have done, to those who want to be good and are looking for meaning. A sad but inspirational story, thanks!

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