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(original article posted in Cache Valley Daily and Hard News Cafe)

January 8th, 2012 

Story and Photo by Heidi Hansen

LOGAN—Why would anyone leave the Church of Jesus Christ of Latter-day Saints? For church members who are happy with their faith, this question is often answered with dismissive stereotypes: “They just want to sin,” or “They were just offended by someone at church.”

But out of 13 million LDS church members, nearly two-thirds are inactive or no longer consider themselves Mormon. Their reasons for leaving the church are often complex and varied.

Post-Mormon students at USU struggle to be understood by their faithful peers and family members, but many have nonetheless found peace with their decision to leave the church.

In an effort to bridge the canyon of misunderstandings between former and current LDS church members, four students in the USU Post-Mormon Club opened up to the Hard News Café. In an un-testimony meeting of sorts, they discuss why they left the church and how they feel about their choice today.

For art student Jane Miller (a pseudonym), who grew up in a predominantly LDS community and a church-going family, the struggle with faith began in her teens. “I figured it was just my circumstance and the church was perfect, but the people are not,” she says.

However, after getting married and having two children, Miller questioned her faith more, and found it increasingly difficult to attend church.

“When my first kid was transitioning into primary, he was having a hard time,” said Miller, 26. “In his first lesson, I listened as the teacher talked, and I came to the realization that I didn’t want him to learn what she was teaching.

“I didn’t want him to be taught something that I didn’t believe myself,” Miller said. “I didn’t want him growing up feeling alienated and constantly guilty as I had.”

David Phillips, 23, agreed that one can feel alienated growing up in a predominantly LDS family and community without faith. “Without active membership you simply did not fit in,” he said.

For Phillips, the desire to be true to himself had to trump fitting in. Now a business student at USU, Phillips said he left the LDS church a few years ago for two main reasons: faith and logic.

“As a child, I trusted my parents to know the truth,” Phillips said. “In that sense, I believed because they believed. I never have had a personal faith, but more a faith through them.

“I have never once felt the spirit,” he said. “This includes at church meetings, baptisms, priesthood ordinations, when tithing, or when talking to church officials. I prayed and fasted, hoping for some form of confirmation. It never came.”

The lack of faith felt by Phillips prompted him to study the church and its history more thoroughly. In doing so, he found what he described as “concerning things.”

These concerns include: Masonic rituals, scientific contradictions, polygamy and marriage of 14-year-old girls, secret handshakes, changing temple ceremonies, failed prophesies, the Book of Abraham, Brigham Young’s racist quotes, and changing accounts of “the first version.”

After verifying the information with church authorities, Phillips said, “I simply concluded that the church was not true.”

Pre-nursing student, John Albertson (not his real name), 28, went through a similar process of de-conversion while researching church history to prepare for an LDS mission 10 years ago.

Born and raised LDS, Albertson says he always tried his best to live according to Mormon standards. When he turned 18, as he prepared for a mission, “I felt I needed to study more about my church to become a better teacher,” he said.

In his study, he came across a video about the Book of Abraham, what he had previously believed was the writing of the Biblical prophet Abraham as translated by Mormon founder Joseph Smith. The video showed that the papyri used in translation were nothing more than Egyptian funeral texts.

“I knew my church was true, but I couldn’t figure out how to rationally explain this discrepancy,” Albertson said. He decided to research more and spent the next year-and-a-half engrossed in church history.

“Yet, the more I read, the more questions I had,” he says. “It seemed like Joseph Smith’s life was full of questionable events that I had never been exposed to.
“Joseph Smith was a mortal man,” he said. “Mortal men make mistakes. The big question is: Did he make the kind of mistakes a true prophet of God wouldn’t make?” Albertson said. “For me that answer is yes.”

For Albertson, “The night I had that thought was the night I stopped believing in the Mormon Church.”
For other former church members, however, problems with church culture itself were the first sign that they might not want to be part of the LDS church anymore.

Lindsey Adams (a pseudonym), a 22-year-old physics major, was raised as part of a large LDS family in rural Utah. She describes herself growing up as a “true blue Mormon.”

“I had read all of the Book of Mormon and Bible and studied it thoroughly,” Adams said. “I was the girl who spoke up in Sunday school all the time and wept during fast and testimony meeting.”

But when she left for college and began attending the singles ward, everything felt different.
“I was horrified that instead of feeling spiritual, I felt like I was in a meat market,” Adams said. “Every lesson was on marriage. It made me really uncomfortable.”

“I’m not anti-marriage,” she says. “I’m a romantic. But I felt like the ‘settle down and make babies’ attitude meant that some people settled for whatever they could get in the shortest amount of time possible, rather than what they deserved in a relationship: true love—Princess Bride-style.”
Now married herself, Adams says this realization caused her to examine her views on virtually every tenet of the church. “A lot of my previous reasoning fell apart,” she said.

“The church’s views on pornography, premarital sex, homosexual relationships, the place of women, and tithing—to name a few—are really misguided and don’t feel right,” Adams said. “It doesn’t jive with me, morally speaking.”
When students have made the heart-breaking decision to leave the LDS church, they become caught with a new set of questions: How do I react to people who assume I’m Mormon? How do I find a place to fit in socially? And most nerve-wracking: How do I tell my family?

Groups such as Post-Mormon and Ex-Mormon have sprung up to provide support for former LDS faithful trying to make sense of their questions.

Albertson is a member of the USU Post-Mormons group.

“It is a group where the members understand what the others are going through,” he said. “Having a club to help support them can ease the difficulty of transitioning out.”

Miller, the 26-year-old art major, says the transition can be difficult both personally and socially. “It can be hard to be post-Mormon at USU,” she said. “People generally assume that as someone who grew up in Utah, you are a Mormon. I have corrected them sometimes, but for the most part, it’s not really imperative that your classmates know.”

But Miller says “I am honest when asked directly” about her faith.

The other students say they have similar dilemmas in relating to peers who simply assume they are LDS.

“Generally people here assume that I’m Mormon,” said Phillips, the business major. “I commonly get asked which ward I’m in, who was my favorite conference speaker was, if I have a temple recommend.

“This has happened in general conversation, during dates, and even during a job interview,” he said. “Although the intent isn’t bad, it forces me into a dilemma: should I lie and pretend or should I be honest about my views and be seen as an outsider?”

Albertson said that when classmates learn that not only is he an atheist, but a former Mormon, their reactions are generally negative.

“Maybe they don’t want to associate with me anymore or they want to change my mind in some way,” Albertson said. “On the one hand, this makes it easy to figure out who my true friends are.”
Not everyone shuns him when they learn of his faith decision, however. “The reaction I get from non-Mormon classmates is primarily favorable,” Albertson said. “We have this instant bond and understanding for each other that is difficult to explain.”

For many former Mormons, the most intense inner struggle is to figure out how—or if—they will discuss their newfound non-religious situation with their families.

Miller left the LDS church two years ago, but she said she has yet to figure out how to discuss it with those beyond her immediate family and close friends. She says she doesn’t know how to tell her extended family. “I know it will hurt them and that is the last thing I want to do,” Miller said.

But David Phillips says he has been open with his family about his decision to leave the church, although it was awkward to discuss it. But he was relieved to get it all out.

“They were curious why I left, and discussed the reasons for it,” Phillips said. “Although I can tell many of them are disappointed with my decision, I have not felt a loss of love from any of them. I am very lucky.”

Having recently made an announcement on Facebook of her intention to leave the church, Lindsey Adams says she also was open with her family and friends about her choice to leave the Mormon faith. But it’s been a slow process, she says.

“Only rarely does a member of my family want to talk to me about it,” Adams said. “For the most part, perhaps with the exception of my parents, the conversations have all been mutually respectful and appreciated.

“And while my family doesn’t necessarily understand my choices and the fact that they will most likely always think there’s something ‘wrong’ with me for my decision to leave the church,” she said, “I’m really happy to report that I’m loved unconditionally, even if it’s a bit rough on both sides sometimes.”

Phillips recently chose to have his name officially expunged from church records. “I felt it was hypocritical to have my name associated with a belief that I found false,” he said.

This process is fairly simple: an individual must obtain a signed and notarized letter and send it with delivery confirmation to the church membership division in Salt Lake City. A local church authority must confirm the request; this often involved a short discussion with the individual as to why they want to leave the church.

After sending his letter, Phillips received a house call from his bishop. “We had a respectful conversation on the matter, and he agreed to follow through with my request.”

After leaving the church, Phillips said he began studying other religious beliefs and lifestyles. Though he identifies himself as an atheist, he said this process has helped him see the world and life in a new way.

“I discovered how much hate I had held onto before, and felt as though the weight of it all had been lifted off my shoulders,” Phillips said. “This rediscovery of life has been a great help to my adjustment to the post-Mormon life.”

Adams also found that her life has had a net gain from no longer being part of the LDS church.
“I have never been in a better place spiritually than where I am now,” she said. “My relationships are happier. I’m a more loving, accepting person, and the friends I have—LDS and non-LDS alike—are some of the best people I could ever hope to meet.”

Miller said she still struggles with guilt over how her decision will make her family feel and with turning her back on what she was raised to believe, but she says she’s comfortable with her decision. “When I decided I couldn’t lie to myself anymore, I knew I was in good standing.”

TP

My name is Cora. I’m a woman, 43 years old and an ex-Mormon. I had my first bona fide, life altering, spiritual experience at 26. It came quietly during a Fast and Testimony Meeting and changed me in a single moment. I believe my epiphany was the result of all that came before it.

I was raised mainly in Phoenix as a strict Mormon with all the usual; Utah pioneer stock through my mother, no Coke, coffee, tea, liquor, or tobacco. Family prayers in the mornings and evenings, family home evening, endless meetings, service activities and church jobs and full-coverage modesty to prepare scrawny me for temple marriage.

As any active or ex-Mormon knows, there is unrelenting pressure in Mormonism to study more, pray more, repent more, forgive more, feel the Holy Ghost more, pay more and work more. When I got to wherever “more” was in my mind, it never felt like enough. There aren’t enough hours in the day to do everything I was supposed to have done and alongside this pressure was a real fear that my many daily failures were surpassing any meaningful accomplishments.

Even Mormon children know this pressure. There was supposedly the “still small voice” of the Holy Ghost whispering to me since my baptism at age 8, trying to guide my path. I was wide open to the Spirit but I could never hear him or sense his presence for certain. I truly needed the guidance and thanks to the doctrinal lessons that began in earnest when I was 3 years old, I had absolute faith that if I was worthy enough I could walk on water as Jesus did, (many hours were spent falling in Maryvale Pool testing this particular faith). I had faith I could have a vision as Joseph Smith did or at the very least, would receive the protection and the comfort I needed. I knew the trick was getting enough faith and making myself worthy.

We may have appeared to be the classic Mormon family to non-members; clean, wholesome and obedient. But our secret (which I’ll readily admit has no relevance to the truthfulness of LDS doctrine) was that our mother was a sadistic and manic woman. Rather than protect us, our dad had always let her do whatever she wanted to us kids to spare himself. The ward members said nothing although we knew they were aware.

Among many other examples, my little brother would play “shirts and skins” basketball in the cultural hall after Mutual every Wednesday night. The black and blue welts across his back and chest were hard to miss. We attended many church functions bruised and wounded through the years. When I was 16, (my mother was 38th Ward’s Relief Society President then), my brother and I turned to Child Protective Services for help. They eventually arranged through LDS Church Social Services of Phoenix to move me in temporarily with our current bishop’s family and then permanently with a prior bishop’s family. These were both kind families and I was taken care of until I was 18. My poor brother was left with my mother (I have deep regrets for this because it was due in part to my own failure to advocate more on his behalf).

My parents and brother moved to Salt Lake City soon after I moved out. When he was 14, she brutalized him for the last time. My brother snapped, retrieved a gun my dad had given him and, as she rested from the enthusiastic beating she‘d just given, he shot her in her forehead. Somehow, she survived with just a pitted scar and possibly a souvenir embedded in her brain.

My brother spent many years afterwards surviving various Utah institutions and halfway houses and a penitentiary. If you asked him to choose which was worse, his childhood home, the Utah State Hospital in Provo or federal prison, he’d be hard pressed to say.

Our childhood misery was complicated by the fact that, like a lot of Mormons, my mother claimed to have heard spiritual promptings from the Holy Ghost, been given signs from God and received answers to her prayers. While us kids, on the other hand, couldn’t get Heavenly Father to hear our desperate pleas to be protected from her cruelty. Why would God favor her prayers and turn a deaf ear to ours? Her prayers to get to church on time were miraculously answered with a succession of green traffic lights. Our prayers for protection from her were answered with silence. This raised a lot of questions as I grew up.

What are you trying to say?

In my many, many church lessons I struggled to make the required leaps of logic in Book of Mormon, Church History and other doctrinal lessons. The answers to my questions about these points were typically obscure or they raised yet more questions.

With hindsight, I now understand the church’s resistance to probing questions. The teachers who know the answers also know such answers aren’t “faith promoting,” and they pussyfoot around the questions. The teachers who don‘t know the other side of Mormonism rely on rote “lesson manual answers” which are deeply unsatisfying. There’s a lot of in-between here, full of partial knowledge, freewheeling speculation and a vast, beloved Mormon mythology.

Latter Day Saints have the correct intuition that there’s a category of doctrinal questions whose answers will open a spiritual Pandora’s Box. Once certain truths of the Church are set free in their world, nothing will be the same again. Such questions get persistently “shelved.”

A typical example of this willingness to turn a blind eye to the gritty details of doctrine and history happened during seminary class one day when I was a sophomore. I remember it so well because of the event that followed.

I loved my seminary teacher and I showed up in class each day due to his dynamic teaching. Nevertheless, some of his church history lessons aggravated my struggle for a testimony. This particular lesson’s topic was the Mountain Meadows Massacre (but since I’ve learned the rest of the history, I am having a hard time thinking this was actually part of the approved curriculum).

I pestered my teacher to clear up some confusion about his lesson. I could sense that Brother C knew more about the topic than he was revealing so I asked increasingly more specific questions. Brother C wouldn’t give a whole answer.

A classmate suddenly turned on me and indignantly demanded, “Cora! Just what are you trying to SAY?” I was bewildered. I wasn’t trying to SAY anything. I just wanted a straight answer and I said so. I looked around at my seminary classmates for a defender. But it was clear from the looks on their faces that this girl spoke their thoughts too.

Didn’t we all want to understand? The Church was true, of course, but how can this bit of doctrine or that event in history also be Divine? It was becoming apparent to me that maybe my confusion wasn’t due to my failure to grasp elusive concepts. Maybe Mormons just don’t want to know. I understand now that questioning the words of the prophets and other doctrine is the same as challenging the validity of the church. In doing this, you reveal yourself as someone whose testimony is weak, someone who has allowed Satan into his or her life, someone whose eternal salvation is in peril.

Thus frustrated this day, I went back to the school library and looked up the word ‘Mormon’ in the encyclopedia at school. I read my first simple, non-religious account of Mormonism. I was shocked reading those plain words about Joseph Smith and his visions and gold plates. It was the first time I’d read them without the soft-focus of LDS lesson manuals and the Church‘s romantic spin on it’s own history.

As I recall, there was nothing about that entry that was biased or negative. Nonetheless, my temper flared; how dare these so-called historians not include all the other details that could have prevented this naked accounting of facts from appearing so bizarre. Every word I read was surely “anti-Mormon literature” and I was sinning by reading the encyclopedia!

I could never forget what I’d read but I continued to strive for a testimony. I obeyed every single gospel principal except chastity.

Interestingly, if I had stolen or lied, tasted coffee or tried a cigarette, I’d have been in an agony of conscience. The chastity lessons never “took” for obvious reasons: these were object lessons where, for example, the advisors would take a small wedding cake, “accidentally” drop it on the floor, scrape it back onto little plates and serve the dirty food to the youth. Of course no one would touch it.

It was explained that the spoiled cake represented how desirable a Daughter of Zion would be as a wife if she had sexual experience before marriage. I’ve heard of this same object lesson done with roses, chewing gum and stained wedding dresses.

Did this give Mormon boys an aversion to sexual activity? Did it create a desire in the girls to be chaste? More interestingly to me, what effect did such lessons have on youth who’d already had sexual experience? Any of us could see that nothing would make our portion of wedding cake palatable again. All the forgiveness in the world couldn’t unscramble such eggs. Sure, maybe God could grant his forgiveness and the sinner could forgive himself or herself for breaking the law of chastity. Your ward and your stake, on the other hand, don’t have anything to forgive and they rarely forget.

I was one of the students who’d had a little sexual experience. Fortunately, I rejected the message of those chastity lessons. I already had a mother who spit-screamed in my face how worthless and repulsive I was and I refused to accept that same message from my church leaders as well.

Born and bred to wed and breed

By the time I was 18 I was more than ready for marriage (or so I thought) and I wanted to go through the temple soon. I’d gone through the repentance process for impure thoughts and deeds but ended up feeling less worthy because I wasn’t sufficiently remorseful for my supposed “uncleanness.” The little guilt I felt was nothing like the devastating descriptions I’d read in The Miracle of Forgiveness. I became, in my heart, a spiritual fraud for eventually accepting my temple recommend. On the other hand, I couldn’t refuse it without walking off the only path to eternal salvation. A genuine dilemma.

Even though, as young LDS girls and teens, we’d sat though countless hours of lessons that prepared us for marriage and motherhood by focusing on the relevant temple ordinances, the particulars of the endowment rites and marriage ceremony were never discussed, only alluded to. All questions were answered with some variation of, “We can’t discuss it. It’s too sacred.”

So when I fell in love with the man who was to become my husband and went to the temple to marry him, I was completely in the dark about the rituals. Throughout my endowment I was anxious about my inability to feel the Spirit. I felt mostly embarrassed during the anointing (and have since puzzled over how my endowment was valid since it was performed by a non-ordained woman using the powers of the priesthood).

I remember the stress that bordered on panic while trying to make sense of the ritual while also memorizing it. Further, I was seriously frightened at the blood oaths. (I briefly wondered; who are the “Saints” that do the throat slitting and disemboweling? Or will I be required to do this to myself if I reveal the secrets? Is this even legal? Why haven’t we read about this in the papers)? But I was getting married! I stifled my skepticism and focused on the wedding ceremony.

Mormon Temple weddings are fast. In the Bride’s Room, it was awkward getting ready because there was no privacy for dressing and I had to elbow for mirror-space against a few other (worthy) brides and their mothers. As I was dressing myself, a temple worker walked in and handed me paper square with a #12 written on it and pearly straight pin attached. What was I was supposed to do with my #12? Pin it to my wedding gown? My temple clothes? Surely not. I was too embarrassed to ask one of the other women because I was so conspicuously motherless. So I just shoved it up my sleeve.

My fiancé and I were shown into a small sealing room and our marriage ceremony was over and done with in about 20 minutes. Although I have to say here, I was so happy to be getting married, I was grinning from ear to ear as I knelt across the altar from my new husband. I had to restrain myself from laughing for joy! I was supposed to be the virtuous young temple bride basking in the Spirit of Christ. But I felt so giddy and jubilant! Again, what was wrong with me?! (These days I think “jubilance” is a very good thing to feel on your wedding day.) My only regret that day was that I was so old; two weeks from my twentieth birthday.

Married life was good. After wrestling with all the sexual “no’s” throughout our courtship, it was great to finally flip the Master Switch to “Yes!” I got pregnant on or shortly after our honeymoon but lost the baby before I even knew for sure. A few months later I was pregnant again. From the moment I got a “positive” pregnancy test I was already a Mother in my mind and my eternal family was begun. (Even without the Church I would have aspired to marriage and motherhood. But being raised LDS certainly trained me to leap headlong into it all without much common sense. So much of my preceding life was spent preparing for ‘time and all eternity’ at the expense of preparing for autonomy and competency in the here and now).

We soon found out I was with twins. Sadly, at about the fourth month I miscarried them. I’d been in labor for over 24 hours when I finally lost the second baby. Much later, when I asked the nurse about them, she said their tiny bodies had been “disposed of.” I was already grieving for the lost futures of a son and a daughter and this news was deeply troubling.

A few days later when I was out of the hospital, an in-law scolded me about this, implying that failing to bury them properly could have dire repercussions for our babies (and thus myself) in the resurrection. Somehow, I’d not kept some little known protocol in this miscarriage by not arranging church burials. (Between contractions, perhaps?) How was I going to repent of that?

Before the end of our first year I was pregnant for the third time and a beautiful daughter was born to us. A year later a second precious daughter was welcomed into our arms. Those were the days! Two babies thirteen months apart is “twins the hard way.” But I’d never known such joy and I loved being a mother. We were madly in love with our beautiful baby girls. We were living in Provo during this time and my husband was attending BYU’s J. R. Clark Law School.

Callings

As a married woman I tried to live a worthy life but I couldn’t “Honor thy Father and thy Mother” which led to the sin of failing to forgive, which led to the sin of “judge not,” which led to the sin of “pride.” Otherwise, I obeyed the principles of the gospel and kept the commandments. My faithless doubts weren’t enough to stop me from saying ‘yes’ to every single ward calling and every mindless assignment I’d ever been given, regardless of my ability to succeed.

I can confidently say I never once refused an assignment no matter how aversive it was to me or how unqualified I was to fulfill it. I said yes because I believed as I was taught; that I was indirectly called of God in each instance. At 17 I taught the 9 year old girls in Primary, even though I only felt about 9 myself. At barely 18 years old, I worked in night Relief Society teaching mature wives and mothers Homemaking. The church will say such callings were for my personal growth and not entirely for the benefit of the members, but to me, it felt like I was parading my inadequacies. I taught the 3 years olds in Sunday School and held for 3 years a calling created for me; ward artist. I made the posters, flyers and program covers. I sang in the choir and I attended my meetings.

I taught Gospel Doctrine in my BYU young married’s ward (I was a disaster). My husband and I conducted weekly church services in a Provo retirement home and I worked in the nursery in 2 wards. My husband was graduated and we returned to Phoenix where I worked in Cub Scouts (two tiny daughters and a husband accruing billable hours at a rate of 70+ a week and God decided via the brethren that I should be a Den Mother to 8 rowdy Scouts). I also tried (and mostly failed) to be a good missionary.

This brings up an issue that nagged my consciousness as a member but I couldn’t articulate until after I’d been out of the church for many years. Why are women, while denied the authority and powers of the priesthood nonetheless expected to shoulder the lion’s share of the work in a ward? The auxiliaries of Relief Society, Young Women’s, Primary, Nursery, Scouts under 12 and many of the extraneous efforts; food storage, genealogy, special programs, choir, Service and Activities, feeding the missionaries and virtually all other charitable endeavors that don’t require heavy lifting are typically done by the sisters.

Both sexes teach classes but even there I’ve seen a distinctive difference in the lessons. Women typically put hours of thought and toil into their lessons, preparing handouts and visual aids and trying creative approaches to the same old information. Men are far more likely to rely on their own knowledge base with maybe some visuals from the ward library and they don’t seem to prepare as assiduously. The men take over the camping and hiking years of Scouting after the women have successfully managed the demanding work of the early years. Men handle the jobs that have the real church authority and do a lot of delegating of the actual work. They glorify the powers of the male-only priesthood and then tell the women that it’s just a God-granted compensation for not being able to birth babies.

Of all my church efforts, none gave me any assurances of the truthfulness of the Gospel. I would search my soul and assess my prayers to identify any spiritual communication but it always required an unnatural effort. Any feelings of spiritual “rightness” I felt were the same ones I enjoyed in a wide variety of positive experiences and not necessarily religious ones.

By this time, I was overeager for some sign of the Holy Ghost‘s guidance in my life. Like my mother, I was starting to see it where it wasn’t. When our girls were almost two and three years old I wanted another baby. My husband thought this was a bad idea and couldn‘t agree to it. I had a recurring dream about this time. In the dream, I stood at my vanity in the middle of the night with a paper hole punch in hand. I took condoms one by one from the ginger jar where we kept them and I punched a perfect little hole in the center of each packet. I almost convinced myself this dream was a sign that Heavenly Father wanted us to have another baby. My husband didn’t buy it though!

Faulty premise

Six years into our marriage, I was 26 years old and my one and only “witness” of the Gospel finally occurred. I had resolved a short time prior to this that, to combat the frustration and boredom of church meetings, I would show up at meetings willing and ready to learn some small nugget of truth. I wouldn’t waste any more time being bored.

One Sunday I was sitting in Fast and Testimony Meeting with my husband and our two little girls. A man was bearing his testimony of the First Vision. As I sat in the pew listening to his testimony and considering his words, an unmistakable feeling of clarity struck me. All my years of questioning and trying to puzzle together Mormon doctrine and history coalesced into that single moment and I knew: This Brother’s testimony was based on an elaborate fiction! Nothing here makes sense because the church is not true. Finally, suddenly, I could testify to something beyond a shadow of a doubt; The Church is not true. I believe this happened because I was spiritually or mentally ready to accept it.

I had rejected the Church’s main premise, “truth,” as faulty. In doing so, the curtain parted and I had the clear-eyed view of Mormonism I had always sought. This moment is one of the most defining experiences of my life. I couldn‘t keep this to myself and told my husband within the week.

I think I did a poor job of conveying to him the nature of the change in me because he asked me if I could go to church anyway. My Mormon identity, nearly my whole identity really, had vanished and yet it was unthinkable to attempt to recover it and try “going to church anyway.” I was sure he’d want a divorce. (He didn’t). I told him I was done trying to mentally bridge all the gaps in Mormon doctrine.

Without having done any historical research outside the faith promoting materials found in the ward library or Deseret Bookstore, my “shelf” containing all my unanswered questions and questionable answers had just collapsed. I told him I was baffled and disgusted that so many men and women, who were easily more intelligent than I, appeared to have no problems with it. He gently reminded me that I was classing him in with those people because he too had no problems with Mormonism. Overall, he was far more understanding than I suppose most Mormon men would have been.

My bishop heard about my apostasy from my husband (I had made such a clean break from Mormondom in the week after that meeting that I didn’t even bother telling the Bishop that I was done with the church — who was he to me now?) The Bishop asked to speak to me in person about my decision and I agreed. During our conversation he insisted I read ‘Mere Christianity’ and then we’d meet again to discuss my decision to leave. I sensed I was being set up for a battle of dogmas and told him ’no thanks.’ I was done with fruitless debates and unanswerable questions.

Never again.

My husband continued attending church without me and he took our girls with him.

Anti-Mormon literature

Interestingly, it wasn’t until after my epiphany in Sacrament that I felt free to explore the real soul of the Church. I started with Ex-Mormons for Jesus but was instantly put off by their missionary zeal. There was no way I was going to hand over my newfound ability to think freely to yet another organization. Besides, I wasn’t so crazy about Jesus at the time either. They did get me started on the Tanner’s book, however, and that led to other historical sources.

I learned about the improbabilities and impossibilities in the Book of Mormon and Doctrine & Covenants and Pearl of Great Price and the lack of integrity of Joseph Smith and Brigham Young and others. I was stunned (and am still stunned) at the mountain of history of the Church that was never openly addressed in 26 years of meetings, lessons, lectures, seminary, church talks and conferences! The second big change in my world view happened to my simple notion of “truth.” I realized that it’s not an entirely attractive idea by nature. Truth can be ugly too.

Life as an apostate

The prophets and apostles have always looked like spiritual and kindly men to me. But since learning about how key events in the course the church’s history have been handled by them, I regard them differently. It’s difficult to ignore the overall absence of any powers of discernment in these “prophets, seers and revelators” regarding everything from the Kinderhook plates to the “Book of Abraham” papyri to the Hoffman documents and many other important issues in between. Despite this lack of discernment they seem quite shrewd in earthly matters. Unfortunately, all that I intuited to be false and disturbing about the Church was more than validated in my research.

My reaction at being so thoroughly duped, at surrendering so much of my identity and my life’s decisions was a righteous fury. It lived in a strange coexistence for many years with the sense of having been miraculously cut free from the chains of the church. Today I try not to give the anger any power but after 17 years, I still savor the freedom.

A Mormon will glibly say my apostasy is the result of the influence of Satan. But Satan’s another guy I no longer believe in so that idea doesn’t frighten me. Even though I submitted to the authority of the Church and struggled to gain a testimony and followed the commandments and the Plan of Salvation, the darkest parts of my life were also my most religiously obedient.

In contrast, there were a lot of wonderful surprises in becoming an apostate. No cloud of darkness hovers over me, in fact, I’m far more optimistic about my self and my future. My joys aren’t tainted by any attached feelings of guilt for not doing “more and better” in so many other parts of my life. I also enjoy a certain serenity with who I am and the problems I (still) have and how I‘m living my life. And there’s no longer the fear that I’m paying for (or will eventually pay for) a trail of inadvertent sins left in my wake. This is not a lifelong, arbitrary “test of faith.” Over time, I also lost an arrogant view of the world that I wasn’t aware I had.

As a Mormon, I’d disregarded almost all non-Mormons as misguided people. Even if they looked like loving people who were engaged in meaningful lives, I knew their happiness was counterfeit. Non-Mormons didn’t know real happiness because they didn’t have The One True Church. They didn’t love their husbands and children as I did because they didn’t understand Forever Families. My marriage was eternal, theirs was only a little better than shacking up. My feelings were real, their feelings were delusions. I regret how I needlessly limited my “outside” friendships and considered non-Mormons as Heavenly Father‘s less favored people.

Very little else has changed about me. Coffee found me quickly! I have no real taste for alcohol. I have no desire to lie, cheat, smoke, gossip, fool around, evade taxes, etc. Moreover, my goal to live a principled life, do good and insure that our earth doesn’t suffer for my presence here still guides me. I no longer believe I’m currying favor with God for any good I might do.

About a year or two after I left I heard a statistic about the Church’s fantastic growth and membership. I realized they were including me in that number. It bothered me because it seemed to be a little white lie. “The LDS Church has grown to “X” million saints worldwide.” Including me and how many other “inactives?” I wrote and asked that they not include me as a saint in their future tallies and my name was eventually removed.

Seventeen years later, my husband is still mostly active and takes our third child, a son, to Primary each Sunday. My husband doesn’t try to persuade me to return to the Church and we don’t debate doctrine. I know I’m not the valiant wife he may have thought he’d married but we’ve been married 23 years regardless.

Our “baby girls” are now grown and off to college and have stories of their own about growing up in a part-member family. Our Rachel got baptized at 16 but doesn’t attend church. Our Anna has refused it ‘lock, stock and barrel’ from the beginning. Our son was eligible for baptism last year. But like his sisters, until he’s able to choose that course with maturity, I can’t support it. It hasn’t been easy for any of us. Because my spouse is LDS and I‘m not, none of us could have quite what we wanted in a family.

Meanwhile, I’ve hardly spoken to my active Mormon parents. If they ever gave me a thought, they’d declare I was wallowing in darkness and I’ll guess they like that image just fine. They certainly wouldn’t want to believe that I’m happy.

I’ve never gotten a call or letter from either parent humbly asking for my forgiveness and attempting to make restitution for 16 years of a childhood that, at the age of 43, still gives me serious, heart-stopping nightmares. (I was diagnosed with ‘post-traumatic stress disorder’ as a result of this and my brothers suffer the same symptoms). And yet my Dad was called to the High Council in his stake in SLC last summer by inspiration from brethren who‘ll readily agree that his ex-Mormon daughter is being deceived by Satan.

My Dad and the other brethren grant themselves the authority to sit in judgment on other LDS men and women. With his doubtful spirituality and zero credentials my father decides if the lives of other church members are in spiritual jeopardy. This is truly incredible. How many times is this scenario repeated throughout the church?

My seeds are better than your seeds

Mormons don’t dare explore the idea that ex-Mormons who have left for philosophical reasons have important truths to share about the LDS Church. What’s never taught and thus never learned in church is so compelling that it would require less than 6 simple, honest “discussions” to rock their world. But out of respect for their beliefs and feelings I keep what I know to myself. In 17 years, no member has asked me to share this.

There are plenty of Mormons, on the other hand, who feel righteously justified in slipping mini-testimonies, answered prayers and divine inspirations into everyday conversations with me. They think they’re “planting the seeds of the gospel” but it’s glaringly obvious to me when I‘m being worked on. While they scheme to convert me (or my children) back to Mormonism I’m thinking “this is dishonest and it‘s disrespectful.”

When I was a Mormon, missionary efforts were a personal struggle because I always felt like a trespasser. As a nonmember, I indeed feel trespassed against and yet at the same time I sympathize. I understand they’ve been commanded to be missionaries. I wish I could tell these members who try to “bring me the light” how offensive it feels to be on the receiving end of fellowshipping tactics. Fellowshipping me, an ex-Mormon, deliberately ignores the fact that I’ve thoughtfully rejected Mormonism at no small sacrifice to me and my family and am pursuing my own path. Furthermore, their assuming the role of “Missionary” amputates every possibility of a meaningful relationship (or even a conversation) between us. But the brethren have directed, “Every member a missionary” and they must obey.

The glory of God is surrendered intelligence?

The Church’s over-over-emphasis on obedience reminds me of a failed attempt at family therapy when I was about 10 years old.

My brothers and sister and I had enough information to put our mother behind bars. We didn’t know anything ourselves about the laws against felony child abuse but she apparently sensed her untenable position during a drive to our first family therapy appointment (court mandated because she left our brother at a state agency while we lived in Hawaii and refused to take him home again).

She threatened us remaining 3 children to never, ever say anything in therapy that we hadn’t said to her at home first. She didn’t have to say anything more than that; she knew we’d never confront her with her ghastly crimes against us because we feared her completely and we obeyed her. We went to that office once a week and sat five feet from the therapist who could have delivered us children from a living nightmare and we said nothing. Not a word. And our mother, through her skilled use of obedience and fear, continued to victimize each one of us children until literally our very last minutes in her house.

I see the Church exploiting the Members in a similar way; they consecrate the Principle of Obedience and follow up with a steady stream of fear. Mormon dogma is liberally spiked with threats against ones eternal salvation. The list of things that a true blue Mormon fears is long.

The overriding ones are; “What if I’m not worthy enough to pass the final judgment?” “What if I‘m not righteous enough to keep my family together eternally?” “What if the feeling I’m calling the Spirit of the Holy Ghost isn‘t?” “What of many things I should be doing better but just can’t seem to?” “What if the eternal salvation of my friend / neighbor / child / mother / sibling / mailman rests in my ability to bring him or her the Gospel?” “Am I under the influence of Satan?” And all the endless “Why…?” and “How…?” and “What if…?” questions that they train themselves to stop asking and put on their “shelf.” There’s no real comfort from the Church leadership when it comes to these fears because they serve such a practical purpose.

The members internalize them and the accompanying guilt. Thus fearful, they blindly obey the very “Principles” that keep the authority and influence of the Brethren intact in the same way that our fear and obedience as children kept our mother in total control of us. I think the saddest result of striving for such perfect compliance, as the faithful Mormons do, is that it prevents more natural and healthy ways of experiencing one’s own thoughts, feelings and life. Because nearly all aspects of their lives are managed by the Church until their last moments on earth, the concept of free agency that LDS doctrine touts is an illusion.

Some ex-Mormons find solace in new religions and I’m certain that because of their journey through Mormonism, they’re unique and valuable assets there. As for me, I can’t imagine committing to any other religion. I’ll never again surrender any part of my ability to think and study freely about a thing and draw my own conclusions. I love to learn and I love not needing to first ask; “What’s the Church’s position on this?” to know what my own thinking will be.

I proudly sign my name to this and then I’m off to follow the dictates of my own conscience . . .

-Cora Judd

(originally posted on Life After Mormonism on 10/5/11)

This list was posted to the RfM board by “Lost”, and he found it from another source, linked below.

Facts: Mormons Wont Tell You When They Call at Your Door. http://www.macgregorministries.org/mormons/facts.html

MORMONS WON’T TELL YOU that they believe your Church is wrong, your Christian creeds are abomination to God, and you pastor or Priest is a hireling of Satan.

MORMONS WON’T TELL YOU that there is salvation only in their church – all others are wrong.

MORMONS WON’T TELL YOU that those who have been through their temples are wearing secret underwear to protect themselves from “evil”. This “evil” includes non – Mormons like you.

MORMONS WON’T TELL YOU about their secret temple rites at all. If they did, you would spot them as non Christians immediately.

MORMONS WON’T TELL YOU that they think “familiar spirits” are good, and that their Book of Mormon has a “familiar spirit”. Leviticus 19:31 says familiar spirits defile one, and are to be avoided at all costs.

MORMONS WON’T TELL YOU that women receive salvation only through their Mormon husbands, and must remain pregnant for all eternity.

MORMONS WON’T TELL YOU that they intend to be gods themselves some day, and are helping to earn their exaltation to godhood by talking to you.

MORMONS WON’T TELL YOU that they intend to have many wives in heaven, carrying on multiple sex relations throughout eternity, until they have enough children to populate their own earth, so they can be “Heavenly Father” over their own planet!

MORMONS WON’T TELL YOU that you were once a spirit – child of their heavenly father, and one of his numerous wives before you were born on earth.

MORMONS WON’T TELL YOU that the Virgin Mary really wasn’t a virgin at all but had sex relations with their heavenly father to produce the Mormon version of Jesus Christ

MORMONS WON’T TELL YOU that they believe Jesus had at least three wives and children while he was on this earth.

MORMONS WON’T TELL YOU that the “heavenly father” they ask you to pray to with them, is really an exalted man that lives on a planet near the star base Kolob, and is not the Heavenly Father of the Bible at all.

MORMONS WON’T TELL YOU that Jesus was really Lucifer’s brother in the spirit world, and it was only due to a “heavenly council” vote that Jesus became our redeemer instead of Satan!!

MORMONS WON’T TELL YOU that there are over one hundred divisions in Mormonism. They conveniently “forget” this while criticizing the many denominations within the body of Christ

MORMONS WON’T TELL YOU that all their so- called scriptures such as the Book of Mormon, Pearl of Great Price, Doctrine and Covenants, and even their official “Mormon Doctrine” statements contradict each other on MAJOR doctrinal points. The King James Bible is likewise contradicted.

MORMONS WON’T TELL YOU that the reason the Book of Mormon has no maps is because there is not one scrap of archaeological evidence to support it!

MORMONS WON’T TELL YOU that the state of Utah, which is predominately Mormon, has a higher than the national average of wife-beating, child abuse, and teenage suicide.

MORMONS WON’T TELL YOU that their prophet Joseph Smith was heavily involved in the occult when he founded Mormonism.

MORMONS WON’T TELL YOU that that they encourage visitations from dead relatives from the “spirit world”, a practice forbidden in the Bible. (Deuteronomy 18:10-12.)

MORMONS WON’T TELL YOU that there are many accounts of Joseph Smith’s first vision besides the one they present to you, and all are different

MORMONS WON’T TELL YOU that their secret temple oaths are based on the Scottish Rite Masons.

MORMONS WON’T TELL YOU that before 1978 they considered the Negro race inferior, and even one drop of Negro blood prevented a person from entering their priesthood.

MORMONS WON’T TELL YOU that they expect Christ to return to their temple in Missouri, but they haven’t built the temple He’s supposed to return to, because they don’t own the property. (It is owned by the “Temple Lot Mormons” who have plans of their own, and won’t let the Salt Lake City group buy it).

MORMONS WON’T TELL YOU that they consider the Bible to be untrustworthy and full of errors.

MORMONS WON’T TELL YOU that Jesus’ death on the cross only partially saves the believer.

MORMONS WON’T TELL YOU that that according to Anton Lavey’s Satanic Bible, the demon god of the living dead is called “Mormo”. Is it just a coincidence that the Mormons are so concerned with the dead?

MORMONS WON’T TELL YOU that on their Salt Lake City Temple they prominently display an upside-down star which is a Satanic symbol known as the Goat’s head. Why?

MORMONS WON’T TELL YOU that they believe the Archangel Michael came down to earth with several of his celestial wives, and became Adam in the garden of Eden.

MORMONS WON’T TELL YOU that that they believe the angel Gabriel came down to earth and became Noah in the days of the flood.

MORMONS WON’T TELL YOU that their Prophet Joseph Smith prophesied falsely many times. For example, he foretold the second coming of Christ for 1891. The Bible teaches that one false prophecy puts the prophet under death sentence. (Deuteronomy 18:20-22).

MORMONS WON’T TELL YOU that their Prophet Joseph Smith did not die as a martyr as they claim, but was killed during a gun battle in which he himself killed two men and wounded a third.

MORMONS WON’T TELL YOU about the Mountain Meadows Massacre in which they brutally murdered an innocent wagon train of settlers, of over one hundred men, women, and most of the children, traveling through Utah.

MORMONS WON’T TELL YOU that Joseph Smith taught that there were inhabitants on the moon, and Brigham Young taught there were inhabitants on the sun as well!

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