I recently had an experience where I was talking with
someone about my reasons for leaving the church. The first thing that was asked
about was if someone had offended me or something like that. I told him no, I
wouldn’t let something petty like that get in the way of my eternal salvation,
and proceeded to explain a few of my (legitimate) reasons.
After I listed a few things and how I felt about them, he
told me that I must not have been a very strong member to let those things
bother me, and that I expected too much of the leaders of the church (read:
held them to too high of a standard). But then he didn’t want to go any further
into the conversation. Since I didn’t really get to respond to him, I’ll do so
on this blog just to get my thoughts off my chest, even if it’s never read by
him.
One accusation often flung at people who leave the church is
something along the lines that they didn’t really believe, or weren’t really
faithful (often accompanied by the ‘
No True Scotsman’ fallacy). Or that they
were lazy, or just possibly wanted to sin. It’s really condescending, as there
are many legitimate reasons to leave an organization.
But just to put it out there, here is my “church pedigree,”
presented as a checklist with a longer explanation afterwards.
√ Born in the Covenant
√ Baptized at age 8
√ Ordained to Aaronic Priesthood at age
12
√ Promoted to office of Teacher at age
14
√ Promoted to office of Priest at age 16
√ Received Patriarchal Blessing at age 16
√ Received Eagle Scout Award at age 17
√ Graduated Seminary with near perfect
attendance
√ Ordained to Melchizedek Priesthood at
age 18
√ Attended Ricks College for a year
√ Received Endowment in Boise Temple at
age 18
√ Served a faithful mission in Japan
√ Married in Timpanogos Temple at age 22
√ Paid tithing in full from 9th
grade on, and kept a current
Temple Recommend until about a year before we left
the church
□ Graduated Institute
□ Always did my Home
Teaching
I was BIC, or ‘born in the covenant,’ meaning that my
parents had been sealed together in the temple before I was born. I come from
pioneer stock on my mom’s side (William Clayton, if you must know), and all my
extended family were members of the church. We had FHE most weeks, and started
reading scriptures almost every night as a family. I was baptized at 8 years
old, and received the Aaronic priesthood at age 12. During my stint as a
deacon, I showed up on time and passed the sacrament without complaint, and
served as the quorum’s secretary.
I think it was also during this time that one Sunday we had
a substitute Deacons Quorum teacher (J Sher) who had forgotten he had agreed to
teach. He told us all to pile into his car and he drove us to Albertson’s. When
he pulled into the parking lot, he instructed us to stay in the car. About 5
minutes later he came out with some kind of ice cream bars and passed them out
to us. My cousin Jason happened to be visiting that day, and he thought it was
great, and asked if this was what we did every week. I refused to eat the ice
cream, as I knew it had been purchased on the Sabbath day.
At age 14, I moved into the Teacher’s quorum, where I was
usually the first boy to start preparing the sacrament each week (though the
credit for that can be mostly given to my dad, who went to church a little
early to secure his favorite parking spot and bench). But there were many weeks
where I was the only one who had prepared the sacrament except for the last 2
or 3 minutes. I didn’t complain, but wondered what would happen if I didn’t
show up early.
When I started Seminary, I missed a few days during my
freshman year because I had stayed home sick. But I’m pretty sure I only missed
maybe 1 other day during the entire next three years. This was made possible by
the A/B rollover schedule we switched to, and I usually had my math, seminary,
and my other favorite classes on the same day. The result was that I only
missed the other days.
As a priest, I think I blessed the sacrament probably all
but maybe 15 weeks during those 2 years (and those were usually vacation or
sick days). I received my Patriarchal Blessing, and was asked to be the
seminary class president, and then during my senior year to be on the Seminary
Council. I also baptized my younger brother because my dad wasn’t being the
most active member at the time.
I read the Book of Mormon on my own (in addition to
scripture study with my family) and reported to the bishop on my progress. I
also took it upon myself to go online and defend the church in chat rooms, to
better know what I would be against while on my mission.
After graduating Seminary and high school, I went to
RicksCollege (in the 2
nd to last year it was Ricks), and continued my
streak of church attendance. The only day I missed was the night I got locked
out of my room (long story) and I had to sleep in the laundry room (because it
was the only warm place).
I spent most of my visits home from school in some sort of
mission prep function, like getting my wisdom teeth out, going through the
temple, or attending interviews. By the time I left for the MTC, I had read the
Book of Mormon probably 5 times as a family, and twice on my own. While in the
MTC, I was disheartened at how little most of the other missionaries knew about
basic gospel principles, or even the contents of the Book of Mormon.
I served a mission to Japan, a country not known for its
hoards of converts, while learning a language with a reputation for being
difficult. After 9 months in the field I became a trainer, and a few months
later a District Leader. I moved up to Zone Leader for 4 months before going
home. I followed the mission rules strictly, and other than the days I had a
sick companion, we were out doing some kind of missionary work every day
(except for the one time my companion and I saw Star Wars. C’mon, it’s Star
Wars). The one time I broke the Word of Wisdom also happened there, when I accidentally got half a mouthful of green tea by mistake. Other than that, the only WoW infractions I incurred were eating fruit out of season or eating meat when there was no famine (nor did I use tobacco to heal bruised cattle).
When I got home, I moved to Utah and was married in the
temple within the year. After around 2 and a half years of living in the new
ward, I was asked to be the Elders Quorum President. I declined, as we had a
newborn and I was working fulltime and attending night school fulltime. I also
had experienced the beginnings of my faith crisis, and felt that the ward
deserved someone who fully believed. The ward had a major division between
those established in homes and those in apartments. The apartment dwellers were
usually snubbed when it came to callings of any significance, so it was kind of
a big deal to me. I accepted the calling of Sunday School President until we moved.
After being in our new ward about a year, I was asked to be the 1st
Counselor in the EQP. I accepted because the President was my friend who had
also served a mission in Japan, and whom I had a lot in common. I did that for
3 years before being asked to move up to President again, which I again
declined.
And one more thing to add - I knew the Book of Mormon so
well that Anne and I used to play this game where she would pick a random verse
and start reading, then I would tell her book and chapter (I only got stumped
twice).
About the only 2 dings on my record are that my home
teaching dedication wasn’t always the best, and I didn’t go to institute
(unless you count the year at Ricks).
It wasn’t until 6 years in “Scouter Darkness” that we
ended up leaving the church, during which I paid tithing in full and did
everything else I needed to do to keep a current Temple Recommend.
And during
that time was when I was working through my faith crisis, desperately trying to
find ways to do mental gymnastics to make things work and find ways to keep believing
despite my nagging doubts that kept refusing to stay tucked away on “the shelf”
of issues in my mind.
So, if I may be so bold, don’t you
DARE accuse me of
being a lukewarm member! I did
EVERYTHING I was supposed to. It wasn't because I was a weak-willed member who was, "seduced by the Dark Side of the Force," after reading "anti-Mormon" lies. It was learning about all the true facts about church history that were hidden from me, and confirming them from church-approved websites that did it. The fact that they
came out and admitted to a lot of these things only confirms my decision.
Edit/Update: I don't want it to sound like I think I'm perfect. I was far from it, making my share of mistakes including not always treating my brothers nicely (like the usual brotherly teasing). But on the things that might be considered on "the checklist," I took care of it.