There are several good things about the Mormon community,
especially social support and an abundance of volunteers to help with almost
any issue. However (and this makes me crazy) there is a complete disregard for accepting
“No.” And I mean from Virginia to Hawaii there is this arrogance that sooner or
later, if they continue to call or show up on my doorstep, I’ll return to the
fold.
The Bishop of my ward came to
see me when I was in the hospital. The
kid occasionally goes to the young women activities (I think it is a good way
to meet girls her age) so he was aware of me in sort of a peripheral way. We had
a nice talk, and because he asked, I explained why I wasn’t Mormon, why I would
never be Mormon and why I was not interested in participating in Mormon
activities. So NO, do not send the
missionaries over, NO do not send the home teachers over and NO I will not
attend the three hour slog-fest of weekly meetings.
And sure enough, the missionaries
appear at my door, the sisters in the ward ring me up and yesterday I get a
call from the ward clerk who is in the process of requesting my records. To
give myself some good girl points, I remained calm and do not go into psycho
bitch territory. NO, don’t request my records. But you are going to come to
church aren’t you? Are you going to give women the priesthood? Are you going to
approve gay temple marriages? Are you going to say polygamy was completely
wrong? Then NO, I will not be attending church.
Please stop requesting my attendance, and this is partially for the good of the Mormon Church. Should I attend, in sackcloth and ashes, there may just be some divine retaliation and I could not guarantee the safety of those sitting by me.
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