A Hope in Things Unseen

The following is based on true events. Please be sensitive.

As has been pointed out, not since the LDS church came to fruition has there been so many people leaving the church, and they are leaving in droves. Personally, the majority of my LDS friends have either left the church altogether, are inactive but still believe, or are active but struggle with their belief. Many have to daily commit to the church in the midst of great frustration. I hate to admit to following the crowd, but I am one of these.

I grew up in a very strong, orthodox Mormon home, and I hold no bitter feelings towards my upbringing. My parents are awesome. They tell it like it is, always taught us that decisions meant consequences, and they taught us to be accountable for our decisions. They taught us fierce (perhaps to my detriment) independence and responsibility, both of which I am forever grateful. My mother is faithful and unwavering, my father a testament of how one can change. They both rely heavily on the gospel and the church, and I cannot fault them for that. They are amazing, down to earth, salt of the earth people willing to take anyone in, and they have. At one point, they took in a family from our ward for months because they were getting evicted from their apartment and had nowhere to go. Our house was and is a safe haven for everyone; Mormon, non-Mormon, black, white, bond, or free.

That being said, I have always felt a huge amount of pressure to stay active in the church, remain as mainstream as possible, and not falter. My parents are proud of the fact that their children have all remained active members of the LDS faith, which has added to the pressure I have felt. I must admit to doing a lot of church related things not because I wanted to, but because I knew it would make them happy, and I felt that if I didn’t, I would be disappointing them, betraying them, and therefore, unworthy of their love. As it happens, my parents love me almost perfectly. Since admitting to them some of my struggles, they have been willing to talk about things openly and patiently, reminding me just how great they are. My dad even started reading the Quran because I mentioned I had been studying Islam. They are fantastic parents to say the least. That being said, I still feel an incredible amount of pressure to stay active for my family.

On top of this, I have amazing siblings. I love being with them. I never laugh so much as when I am with my brothers and sisters. We have so much fun together, we all have a love for music and film and have such a great time talking, teasing, and joking with each other. All of my brothers and sisters are awesome, unique people, and I love them. They, like my parents, expect that I remain faithful to the LDS church, and I don't want to disappoint them.

My family is the biggest reason why my “faith-crisis” has been such a crisis. I have distanced myself from my family a bit because of it, because I notice anytime I bring up any sort of frustration, my sisters get annoyed and defensive. They think I worry about it and talk about it too much. My mom tells me to be more faithful. I don’t blame them for their reactions; I’ve been in their shoes, felt the same frustrations when close friends have struggled. That said, I have felt sort of alienated, and it has been hard. Luckily I have some good friends I have been able to turn to, and I am so grateful for those friendships.

Now, some may say this crisis is my fault, I have allowed doubts to enter my mind and influence me, I have not been faithful and diligent enough, I think too much, so on and so on.  And maybe they are right. Regardless, the things I am feeling are real, and they are distressing, and it would be nice for them to be acknowledged instead of thrown out the window and considered ridiculous.

Now with that background, I will tell you where all of this began. I have always felt very different from my Mormon counterparts. In fact, and I have told this story before, I considered Catcher in the Rye scripture while attending BYU, as I could relate to Holden as he observed the phonies that surrounded him. (Not to say everyone at BYU is disingenuous. There are a lot of great people at BYU.) I never got asked out by any LDS guys (and still rarely do), which, when temple marriage is what you’re told is the ultimate goal, is very discouraging. (I have since embraced the fact that I am not the type Mormon guys go for, and I have a pretty solid theory as to why. If you’re interested in hearing about it, let me know.) I listened to different music, watched different movies, thought differently politically, hated BYU football, really had no school spirit at all, to be honest. Even still, I carried on and managed to have a good time in college and remain in the mainstream for the most part.

A few years after I graduated, and coincidentally in the aftermath of all the Prop 8 drama, I met Alex. Alex has pointed out that he pursued me. Not to get excited: when I met Alex and we started spending time together, I thought, “either this guy is totally gay or he is just a really sweet, naïve Mormon kid who loves musicals.” When he told me he was gay, I was not surprise. And this was where the crisis truly began. If Alex, who grew up in the church, was active all his life, served a mission, did all he was supposed to do, but was gay, and felt that he had always been gay, why was homosexuality considered such a bad thing? Alex is one of the sweetest guys I know, and has treated me more gentlemanly than most of the guys I have dated. He is a good listener, he is funny, he is honest, he is good, he endures my rants. Since Alex, I have met many more people in the LGBT community who are some of the best people I have ever met. At this point I started questioning the church’s stance on gay marriage and on homosexuality in general. Despite what I had been taught, I came to this very unorthodox conclusion: people can be, and are, born gay. Though this may not be earth shattering to those outside the Mormon faith, for me, this realization rocked my world. I had always been taught that marriage was between a man and a woman, only in that partnership could children be conceived, so it was the only way. Homosexuality was akin to alcoholism or having a bad temper; it could be controlled and cured if the person was strong enough. To conclude that this was in fact not a realistic view and also totally false was a big deal for me with regards to my faith.

The second major experience that fueled my crisis has been my work at the Utah Food Bank. When I interviewed for the job, I had been applying to positions out of state and was looking to move out of Utah, but when I went in for my second interview and was introduced to the people working there, I had a great impression that I was meant to work there, at least for a while. At the Food Bank I have met so many amazing people who are willing to serve and give of themselves. I see goodness and kindness in them, and most significantly for me, a sincerity I think is sometimes lacking in LDS members. I think sometimes LDS people tend to be very passive-aggressive and insincere at times, so being around such genuinely great, and genuinely imperfect people was so refreshing for me. LDS people might benefit from embracing our imperfections. As it is, many of us hide under a guise of perfection and fake happiness that is not genuine. Getting to know these people has been awesome, but also a bit confusing because, as members of the church, we are taught that we have the fullness of the truth, that those who are members are happiest and most righteous. Yet these people, majority of whom are not members of the LDS church, seem much happier than many members I know. So what do I do with that? Maybe people don’t need to be Mormon to be good or to be happy. Why had I always thought it was a necessary ingredient? And why would I feel so inspired to work at the Food Bank if my faith was going to be rocked so much? I started questioning why temple marriage was so important. Why would God separate loving married couples just because they weren’t LDS and not married in the temple? I started questioning the Word of Wisdom. Why was it not okay for someone to drink a few beers, but perfectly fine for someone to eat an exorbitant amount of meat every day? Aren’t we supposed to eat meat sparingly? And why was it okay to drink soda, which is detrimental to our health, but not okay to drink coffee, which, when consumed in moderation, has some health benefits? I also started becoming very frustrated with the church’s focus on families. I understand why it is such a large focus, and realize that if I had gotten married at 21 and started a family, I probably wouldn’t be struggling like I am. But I was not given that life, and I was starting to get tired of the constant discussion on families, my role as a wife and mother, blah blah blah. What about ME? As a single person? Where do I fit? Where do I belong? 

Around this time I also started reading a book on Islam I had purchased a while back. In the intro to the book, the author gives a basic outline of the religion, and I couldn’t believe the similarities Mormonism has with Islam. There are some aspects that are almost identical with Islam, like the idea of Zion, the Law of Consecration, the fact that Mohammed received a vision from God and wrote a new book of scripture, and so forth. In fact, it is said that Joseph Smith referred to himself as the Second Mohammed. So even more questions came up. If Mohammed saw God and wrote scripture and considered himself to be the restorer of truth, what made Mormonism any more or less true than Islam? Maybe Joseph Smith and Mohammed were both inspired prophets? What then, of Buddha? And any other spiritual leader? Does the church really have a monopoly on the truth or a monopoly on inspired leaders, as many of its followers propose?

From there the questions just kept coming. I was referred to Mormon Stories by a few friends, and then discovered Sunstone, both of which have been good and bad. Good in that these sources are run by LDS people trying to make their faith work but who are willing to talk about hard issues. Bad because I discovered even more about the church I had never been taught before. Though the things I learned are factual, they were devastating to learn about, and why had I never been taught these things? For example, there are a few different versions of Joseph Smith’s first vision that are not entirely consistent with each other. Joseph translated part of the Book of Mormon by looking into a hat. He and Brigham Young shared a wife. In fact, the whole history of polygamy in the church, when examined closely, is quite disturbing.  The church went against women’s right in the 1970’s just as strongly as they went against gay marriage in the 2000’s, which doesn't make sense to me since Mormon women took an active role in suffrage, and women used the priesthood when the church was first born. I learned for the first time about the September Six (which I obviously don't know the full details of, so I probably should not jump to conclusions, but it seems these actions go against our ability to choose and the church's council to search things out for ourselves). So on and so forth. Why had these things not been taught to me? Did I even believe in Joseph Smith? Was the Book of Mormon true? If our leaders are so fallible, why are we taught to treat their words as scripture? What does it even mean to feel the spirit? The spirit I have felt in the temple has been the same spirit I have felt while reading a good book, looking at a beautiful painting, listening to a great song. What is the difference? Perhaps there is truth in all things, not just in one religion.

In the midst of my crisis, I had a very meaningful conversation about the Plan of Salvation with a co-worker. He and another co-worker were talking about Jack Mormon Coffee, and it’s motto to find the “celestial bean.” Finding that clever, I laughed and said “what’s funny is you guys don’t really know what that means.” My co-worker proceeded to ask me questions and I was able to tell him about the three degrees of glory, the idea that God was a man before He became God, that we can become creators of our own worlds someday, that we are eternal beings and have always been. While explaining all of these things to him, I felt such great awe at the power of this unique gospel. What a fantastic idea: we can all become creators of our own worlds someday. That is awesome.

This conversation has stayed with me, as has Elder Holland’s talk from last conference where he suggested that we hold on to the truths we do know. These things, along with this great article I read in the Student Review the other day, has led me to reflect on the things I still believe, and they are as follows:

I believe in a Heavenly Father and Heavenly Mother. I have felt their love and power in my life numerous times, and feel it right now as I write this. I feel it when I am hiking, when I see someone smile, when I serve someone else, when I listen to music, when I dance, when I laugh, when I see small miracles occur in my life and other people’s lives. They are there. I’m sure there is a scientific explanation for why my heart burns at these times, but where did science come from if not from God?

I believe in Jesus Christ and I think He is remarkable. I love that the gospel focuses a lot on His life as opposed to focusing on just His suffering on the cross. He was a kind, loving, and forgiving man who hung out with publicans and sinners. He loved His fellow men, no matter who they were. Jesus was the coolest.

I believe in love and in doing good, which is something the gospel emphasizes. From being taught that the second greatest commandment is to serve our fellow being, to King Benjamin’s address on service in the Book of Mormon, the LDS gospel puts such a great focus on love, kindness, and service which are things I can get behind 100%.

I love that the gospel teaches hard work and encourages constant learning. I believe in the idea of constant and eternal progression, the idea that everyone has potential, God will never give up on us, and we can always change. I believe in the idea of agency and the right we have to choose.  I love the concept of the Law ofConsecration, of everyone working together as a community and doing things for the common good and living in equality, all of which the gospel teaches.

These are all things I can get behind, things I can believe in and hold onto. I am not at the end of my crisis, not by any means. My questions and frustrations still remain. I am still working through a lot of things, and there are a lot of things I wish the church would address. For example, we live in an information age where answers to questions are right at our finger tips. People are not reading anti-Mormon literature, they are reading the facts and being troubled by them. People are not going to stop Goggling things, its just not going to stop happening. So this needs to be addressed in some way. That said, I am going to try to hold onto what I do believe in for now. The LDS church has a troubling history, but what religion doesn't, what country doesn't, what person doesn't? In Breakfast of Champions, Kurt Vonnegut makes this poignant observation on America: “1492. As children we were taught to memorize this year with pride and joy as the year people began living full and imaginative lives on the continent of North America. Actually, people had been living full and imaginative lives on the continent of North America for hundreds of years before that. 1492 was simply the year sea pirates began to rob, cheat, and kill them.” What do we do with that as Americans? If you're like me, you want to do something to change the way things are. I view my Mormonism as I do my Americanism; I could either leave altogether and give up on it, or I can stay and create change where I am at. I am choosing to do the latter, both in my country and in my religion, though I realize the journey is going to be rough and twisted. Yes, there are many versions of the First Vision, but does that mean it didn't happen altogether? Not necessarily.  Perhaps the Book of Mormon is a fiction, but it is still inspired, just as many of my favorite books are inspired, and there is truth to be found in it, even if not the absolute truth as I had been taught.

For those of you who have left the church, I don't blame you one bit. Many times in the last year I have considered it myself. But I still believe the things mentioned above, and I can't deny those things, so I stay, and I am trying to make it work. For those of you struggling like me, let's talk! I need all the help I can get! For those of you unwavering in your faith, I admire you, and pray for your patience with me and those like me.

I do not know the church is true, and I don't know if I ever will know for sure. Maybe someday. But as of today all I have is a desire, and I'm working with that desire. My faith is as the tinniest mustard seed, and I am trying to make it grow as best I can. 

Amen and Amen.