Informing, Criticising and Making Fun of the Beliefs and Practices of Mormonism

About Mo’ Bugger

For a very long time I’ve been meaning to write a little about why I left the Mormon Church, so I thought that I would do that here. I’m not sure how quickly I will achieve it or if I will at all, but I’m going to try. I find it easier to write by topic, so that’s how I’m going to do it. Bit by bit, a story is going to unfold…

Being an Individual in the Lord’s Church

As a serious convert to Mormonism I consumed every bit of information about the beliefs and practices of the LDS Church that I could lay my hands on. I thoroughly believed that I had become a member of God’s only true church on the earth and, after considering the amount of churches there are in the world, this was something that I found amazing. I was actually humbled by this realisation. So I wanted to know everything I could about the Church and understand how my newly-found faith would impact on my life. I was a brand, spanking new “golden” convert, an empty vessel, and I needed filling. Also, feeling somewhat inferior to other church members in my ward, I wanted to attain the same level of gospel knowledge and understanding that they had. I guess I thought that that would somehow cause me to feel less ignorant when I was around them. I wanted to fit in, and increasing in gospel knowledge was a good way of achieving that, I believed. It was very exciting and somewhat daunting all at the same time.

This is what I would later think of as my honeymoon period. It seemed to last for quite a while. I was as happy as I thought I could be. I was serving in callings, got married in the temple and served in more callings. But, somewhere inside me, I knew that my relationship with the Church couldn’t feel new and exciting forever. It had to end sometime. So the monotony of church life finally got the better of me, and I was suddenly in quite a predicament.

I was like everybody else in my ward, entirely consumed by life within the Church. But I didn’t like it. I had no idea that my efforts to harmonise with other members would come with unwanted consequences. It was not at all what I had expected. Though, if I’m honest, I’m not sure what I was expecting. Perhaps I thought that it would just feel right, considering I was trying to fit in and be an active part of God’s church.

But it appeared that the Church resembled a huge black hole that swallowed up any and all individual enterprise. I felt utterly oppressed by the “follow the prophet” meme because I resented being bulldozed into capitulation. The immense pressure to conform was suffocating. No one had a voice of their own, but repeated what they’d been told in the correlated lesson materials and at General Conference or in the Ensign. I found myself pondering, more and more, whether or not God wanted lemmings for followers and, if so, I wasn’t at all comfortable with it. It was very disconcerting, and I began using my testimony of the Church to bolster my allegiance to it. For a time my feelings and thoughts of dissension ceased. But my testimony had gone from being a peaceful confirmation of a divine truth to being an irritant that imposed a combination of rewards and punishments to extort customary church-behaviour from me.

I again immersed myself in church living, but the one-size-fits-all model that the Church provided continued to be hugely problematic. I still found it very difficult to match my attitudes, my beliefs, and my behaviour to group norms. But I was convinced that the Church was true and so I began to constantly berate myself for valuing my individualism more than giving up my whole self for something that just didn’t sit well with my personality. Uncomfortably, I admitted to myself that I needed to follow the President of the Church as he was God’s mouthpiece and be obedient to my local leaders. I concluded that obedience was the key.

So I made a concerted effort to homogenise, telling myself firmly that it was for the greater good. But as soon as I felt my individuality slipping and literally being lost in religion, I would retreat and resist. It seemed that I had issues with fully committing to the Church. I became increasingly annoyed with myself. Looking for a reason to explain my attitude, I became convinced that it was all the devil’s doing, so I sought God’s help through prayer and repented of what I believed was my prideful nature. I thrust myself back into church work, magnifying callings, regularly visiting the temple, researching my family history and so on. It was a very difficult and emotional time for me, but I was committed to getting through it. I wasn’t going to be beaten by a trial of faith.

But, deep down, I did feel like I was being beaten. Well and truly. The frustration that I felt because of my unwillingness to entirely commit to group dynamics soon turned to bouts of depression. I was at a low point. I became moody and short-tempered, which affected my relationship with my wife. For a time, it seemed like we were arguing constantly. Before long I hated myself for what I had become and for what I wasn’t. I couldn’t measure up and be a model Mormon, someone my wife could look up to. I was making her unhappy, and I despised myself for it.

I think she told me at one point that I was being excessively serious about the Church. I gave that a lot of thought, concluding that she was probably correct. But I couldn’t shake the thought that where I’d be in the afterlife and who I would share that with depended on what I did with my church membership in the here and now. That seemed pretty serious to me.

Because I completely believed that the LDS Church was the only church on the face of the earth with which the Lord was “well pleased”, you’d think that that would be enough of a reason to completely give in to Mormonism, sacrificing all and anything that held me back, but no. I honestly didn’t want to give up on what made me unique as a person, namely the totality of qualities and traits that make me who I am, and become identical to other members at church. I sometimes wondered how the truth could possibly set me free when I wasn’t free to be my true self. The Church wanted to expunge me and replace me with a member-clone. I couldn’t help but think that the Church wanted too much of me and thus began the cognitive dissonance that would plague me for the rest of my church life.

I eventually faced up to what I think I knew all along, I truly didn’t want to become another cookie-cutter Mormon. I thought that I would be much the poorer for it, even though I felt that I was going against an important tenet of the Church – becoming one with the Saints. I would often reason with myself and say that I could get by with a semblance of balance, but, in all honesty, I couldn’t. Without the real thing I would forever be conflicted within and faced with choices that I didn’t want to make.

When I think back on my church life, it’s easy for me to see that it consisted of a lot of yo-yoing between blind faith and reason. It was a battle, and reason appeared to be winning. I was certain that I was on the losing side because my “natural man” was unwilling to meet the demands of the Church. Consequently, I had become an enemy to God, and the thought of damnation in the afterlife was very real in my mind. So was the thought of losing my wife. There seemed to be no escaping the tremendous guilt-trip that was always before me.

Despite all of this I stuck with the Church and the dull repetitiousness that characterises the LDS lifestyle. I hadn’t lost my thirst for learning or my awe that I was a member of the True Church. Incredibly, I still believed. My testimony of the truthfulness of the Church wasn’t something I had a problem with. The only thing that had changed since my conversion was my wish to be like my fellow ward members. I just didn’t have it in me to sacrifice my personality for a lemming mentality. I hoped that God would have mercy on me in the hereafter.

My determination to remain an individual was the first rung on the ladder that would eventually lead to my apostasy. It highlighted a part of me that refused to get in step with accepted church standards or norms. It gave emphasis to a lingering niggle in my head that even though I was on the inside of the Church, and appeared to be in every way a member, I felt like an outsider.

I continued serving in the Church, mostly in callings that required me to teach. I had no problem with this as I really enjoyed teaching.

The Bishop’s Visit

As my wife hadn’t been active at church for a few weeks (something very much out of character), she’d received a letter from a sister in our ward enquiring after her welfare. I will add here that this is more than I got when I went inactive.

Anyway, she decided to reply to the letter, not realising the hell-hole that she was about suck us into.  She wrote about some concerns that she had after reading aspects of church history, namely contradictions that she had found between original doctrines and the Church’s teachings today. She tried to reconcile the contradictions in her mind, but it was like trying to put a square block through a round hole.

Along with her concerns she included her belief that the Book of Mormon was true and that Joseph Smith was a prophet of God, despite her troubling findings. But I guess, at the time, she was trying her damnedest to hold onto her beliefs. So she was salvageable, and could be returned into the bosom of the Saints. But she, like me, was suffering from immense cognitive dissonance that was almost too much to deal with.

Of course the sister in question took the letter to our bishop. And you would have thought that all hell had suddenly broken loose. The bishop called our home and asked if he could schedule a meeting with us. We obliged, thinking that this would be a good time to have a heart to heart with him. We had a lot of issues bottled up inside of us that we needed to let out.

We talked about what we would discuss with him and we even began to feel positive about the meeting. I think we were seeing a glimmer of hope, something that we’d not felt for a while. We intended to be open and honest with him. And we would let him know that we still believed in the LDS Church and everything that that meant. But we needed help.

The bishop arrived, with one of his counsellors, and the meeting did not go as we had envisioned. It was a complete and utter shambles. Right at the start, our feeling of hopefulness was replaced with feelings of hurt and anger. The bishop had refused my wife’s suggestion that we begin the meeting with a prayer. Something that’s standard in the Church. We should have realised how things would turn out after this rebuff.

According to our “good” bishop (somebody who was known in our ward as being the kind of person who would do anything for anybody), after reading only a small part of the letter, he screwed it up and threw it in the bin. Apparently, what he had read had so troubled him that he couldn’t go on without losing the Spirit. Therefore he didn’t get to the bit where my wife had borne a sincere and honest testimony. I think, with hindsight, she should have put her testimony at the beginning of the letter. But she didn’t know that it would actually be seen by the bishop or that he would react as he did.

The meeting became a blur after he told us about his experience with the letter. Of course we tried to reason with him but he would have none of it. He wouldn’t engage us in discussion at all. We decided that this was down to his ignorance. He appeared completely out of his depth with the kind of questions that we were asking. For him the appeal to faith was enough, but for us it was far from being satisfactory.

I don’t think I had ever felt so frustrated in all my life. Our concerns were potentially of the kind that could damn us in the next life if we didn’t make sense of them. That’s how seriously we viewed them with the eye of faith. Yes, we still thought the Church was true, but we had doubts. We weren’t totally sure. We had convictions, but cracks had started to appear. It seemed that cognitive dissonance had become more of a constant companion than the Holy Ghost.

The bishop continued by accusing us of out and out apostasy. This didn’t make sense to me. Since when did having concerns constitute apostasy? I hadn’t tried to lead other Mormons astray with apostate ideas.  I genuinely believed in the LDS Church and I honestly felt that I had a testimony of Joseph Smith’s divine calling, but I was in a very difficult place and needed help in understanding some issues relating to church history. I wanted to return to activity, but couldn’t at that moment in time, as I needed to step away from Mormonism in order to view it in proper perspective. Get a bird’s eye view. How does any of that constitute apostasy? More confusion ensued.

Though we were no different to other Mormons who thoughtlessly acquiesced to the opinions of religious leaders who knew better than us by virtue of their positions within the Mormon Church, we both knew that the bishop was wrong on this, so very wrong. We knew ourselves better than he could ever know us. This meeting would become a pivotal event in my life as it would lead me to question whether God does in fact give people stewardships, and if he actually has priesthood on the earth today.

Anyway, along with his condemnation, the bishop said that we shouldn’t make any more contact with our fellow ward members, and neither would we receive home and visiting teachers. I was now completely gobsmacked, so much so that I think I lost the power to close my mouth. We were both hurting by this point, and more confused than ever. We both felt betrayed, and I felt like I was now an object of ridicule and a target for open mockery – in my own home! – simply for having issues with the Church.

I had considered the bishop a friend. Even so, theologically, he should have had our backs. A bishop leaves his flock of ninety-nine sheep in order to find the one sheep that is lost. My wife and I were well and truly lost. That was evident enough. I guess we were naïve to think that he would show compassion to us. I was shocked at how easily he could sacrifice two ward members. And Mormons vehemently deny that they participate in acts of shunning.

Never, until the bishop’s visit and his display of unrighteous dominion, had it entered into my mind that the Church might actually be false. It was the catalyst that caused me to view it for what it truly was – namely, a big fat ‘effin’ lie! Silly really, considering that it was probably the most logical conclusion to everything I had read about the history of the Church and the character of its prophets. With hindsight I can say that he did my wife and me a huge favour.

Yes, being treated in such a way had increased our dissonance ten-fold, but our feelings of utter abandonment had enabled us to reach conclusions that we might never have arrived at otherwise.

6 responses

  1. Jakob

    What made you leave the Church? Were you abused by Church Authority? Were you caught up in personal issues dealing with the Church? You say you have dedicated your blog to opposing Mormons. Your videos do not convince me. I have a Testimony of Jesus Christ that will not be shaken by the actions of conspiring men like you, whether they hold the Priesthood or not. Holding the Power of God, as in times of old (like Moses) is a sacred privilage and any wrong done to you by holders of the same priesthood should never have been done, but should be corrected. Brother, I think the only thing standing between you and a sincere testimony is your stubborness and refusal to accept what you know to be true. I know you have felt the Holy Spirit before. It has burned within your soul, has it not? Did you convert to the Church simply on account of it “sounding” true, or did you build up a Testimony through prayer (direct communication with a loving God who cares about you and wants you to pass this mortal life in happiness), Scripture study, and fervant attendance of Sacrament meetings? Attend another Ward if you must. I am in a lovely and accepting ward full of peace-loving folk who are trying to obey the commandments of God. This Church is growing. I have received revelation that this Church is true. And you cannot claim to be able to truly discredit anything relating to this Glorious Work and a Wonder. The Three Witnesses would confound you on every front that you, sir, are in fact not correct if you were to discredit the Book of Mormon. I have no doubt that you believed once. If your faith has died, here is what to do: Plant another seed! I know you can come back to the Church. You are a good person at heart, and a wise one, too. If only you had applied that wisdom to righteousness sake! Farewell, and know that above all, even above all your “proofs” “truths” and doubts, know that you are a Child of God. Amen.

    April 8, 2013 at 3:29 am

    • cocacolafiend

      Hello,
      I appreciate I’m not MoBugger. All the same, I think you are wasting your time making posts like this. Do you not think people like me and MoBugger are asked these questions and told these things by people we genuinely care about and want to believe?

      I don’t know about him, but it was certainly very painful for me when I had to accept that I simply could no longer believe in the things Church taught me. If scripture study and prayer is supposed to help, then why did 4 years of Seminary only cause me to have more and more doubts?

      I know from experience that whenever I saw or heard anything that questioned Mormonism I refused to actually listen and think about it. If you refuse to actually acknowledge the points in the posts or the videos, why are you even on these blogs?

      I know you think you’re doing a good thing and standing up for what you believe in, but you really are wasting your time if you think bearing your testimony will make anyone on here have a sudden change of heart.

      May 7, 2013 at 4:15 pm

      • I’ve ignored Jakob for two simple reasons.

        Firstly, his overt pig-headedness. There’s just no reasoning with such types. I’ve learnt that the hard way.

        And secondly, his presuppositions. For example, he writes, “…I think the only thing standing between you and a sincere testimony is your stubbornness and refusal to accept what you know to be true.” Such a stupid assumption does nothing but bolster his own convictions, and I think he probably felt a surge of self-importance after posting his comment. He has no idea how hard I fought to hold on to my testimony. He’s the type of Mormon that I have no time for.

        May 8, 2013 at 5:57 am

  2. David

    MoBugger…I am very active, believing, and committed member of the Church. I just want to apologize for how you and your wife were treated. It hurts my heart to read this. I truly hope you and your wife will someday have a much different – and profoundly better – experience with the Church. Don’t need any reply comments to the contrary. I just feel sad that you were treated the way you were. All the best to you.

    January 31, 2014 at 4:26 pm

    • David,

      There’s nothing that you need to apologise for. But, nevertheless, I really do appreciate your sentiments.

      All I would ask is that, if you find yourself in a similar position as the bishop in my account, you treat whoever it is who’s struggling with compassion and good ol’ Christian values and not feel overly defensive of the Church if any questions hit a little too close to home or rub you up the wrong way. Bear in mine that it’s difficult having everything you hold dear brought into question because of an internal conflict of opinions, each battling for dominance.

      The irony is that, since my struggles, the Church has now recognised that people don’t necessarily leave its organisation because of a hidden sin or even a desire to sin. Members can fall away from the Church because of real concerns stemming from church history.

      All the best to you too.

      February 1, 2014 at 2:59 pm

  3. As a former mo… convert at that…yes, he did you a huge favor…
    My ex husband acted in the same manner when I decided it was not true… when he found out I was no longer wearing my garments (as I thought them ridiculous), he threatened me with divorce. I called his bluff, and never have I looked back. He did me a ‘favor’ too.

    January 2, 2016 at 12:43 am

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