Skip to comments.Ex-Mormon Testimonies: Personal stories told by real people on why they left the Mormon church
Posted on 02/18/2011 6:13:46 PM PST by Colofornian
I grew up in a wonderful home---an only child until age ten; raised lovingly by my mother, aunt, and maternal grandparents. I was precocious, spoiled, and curious about the world around me. My mother had me baptized in a Methodist Church when I was four, but we only attended for a couple of months. My mother, aunt, and grandparents provided for my every need and taught me the values of integrity and respect for authority. Because I had very little formal religious training, I was left to my own devices on how to find spiritual truth.
Intrinsically I knew there was a God and that He was All-Powerful. I believed He could do anything. When a beloved pet would die, be it a turtle, lizard, parakeet, chicken, or duck, I would run to my room, drop to my knees, and pray to God that He would keep them safe and let me see them again in Heaven. Only twice did I briefly worry that there was no God; the first time was at age eight when my mother confessed that Santa Claus was a hoax (if grown-ups lied about Santa were they lying about God too?); and the second time at age thirty-nine when leaving the Mormon Church.
God was a little scary to me. My mother had bought me a book of Bible stories with pencil-sketched drawings in it. The drawing of the Flood showed terrified naked people crawling over each other to escape the rising waters. One story told about a sick boy in the hospital who saw Jesus by his bedside before dying. The couple of times I had been to a Catholic Church, I saw the figure of a bruised, broken, and bloody Jesus hanging on a cross. Frankly, as a child with no formal religious background, those pictures and stories frightened me.
My family was typical of most. They enjoyed an occasional beer and now and then let a swear word fly. My mother enjoyed smoking. I was taught that pre-marital sex was okay as long as you loved the person. I had no desire to do those things and consequently, I felt different from others. Those feelings were even more pronounced after my mother re-married when I was nine.
My mother and grandparents carefully and conscientiously sheltered me from the social chaos of the sixties and early seventies. I only became aware of the Vietnam War when I entered junior high school in 1972. Bumper stickers were as abundant as hip-huggers and bell-bottoms. Almost every locker had one plastered on the front reading Bring Home our P.O.W.S or God Bless the M.I.A.s. About that time my best friend began asking me to attend the Mormon Church with her. Every Wednesday Liz would invite me to a mysterious meeting called M.I.A. (Mutual Improvement Association). I asked her what the acronym stood for and she didnt know. The only thing I knew was that M.I.A. meant Missing In Action. I wasnt about to go to some strange church meeting and never return home! Eventually though, common sense won out, and when Liz invited me to a square dance at her church, my love for dancing prompted me to accept the invitation. It was incredible! I felt like I was coming home! The people were warm and friendly; the kids my age were accepting and not driven by worldliness. Here were people LOTS of them who were just like me! I finally felt like I fit in.
When I got home the night of the dance I excitedly told my mother that I wanted to get baptized. She wisely advised me to wait until I knew more about the church. Disappointed, I answered that all I wanted for my fourteenth birthday was to be baptized a Mormon. Immediately I jumped into full church activity with my whole heart and soul, becoming the darling of the Canoga Park Second Ward. During the following four months I asked just about every adult in the ward who would listen all about the gospel. By the time my birthday approached I was just a dry Mormon. The bishop informed me I was required to take the formal missionary discussions. The Stake changed their whole baptism schedule so that I could be baptized on my birthday. It meant a lot to me to be spiritually re-born on the day I celebrated my physical birth.
While the missionaries, Elder Peterson and Elder Backsendale, taught me the basics of LDS doctrine, I kept plying them with meatier questions; When is the Second Coming? How can I get my Calling and Election made sure? What is the white stone were given in the next life? Much to my dismay they insisted on sticking to the official lessons and stated that they really werent supposed to be teaching me deeper doctrines; they said I needed milk before meat.
My baptism was held on the sunny Saturday afternoon of my fourteenth birthday. There were about 40 people in attendance to see nine of us getting baptized; four children of record and five converts. When the group began to sing the LDS hymn The Spirit of God Like a Fire is Burning, the air became electrified to me. It sounded like angels had joined in the chorus to celebrate the occasion.
As a True Blue Latter-day Saint I began to have longings to join the bulk of church membership in Zion along the Wasatch Front. Specifically I longed to live in Provo. It had been nicknamed Happy Valley Utah. Provo _ the name was music to my ears _ I remember a young man in my California ward being called to serve a mission in Provo, Utah. The whole congregation burst out laughing when the call was read over the pulpit. It took several minutes for the bishop to get everyone under control. We all knew that the only people living in Utah were the Saints! Who was this poor boy going proselyte? Farm animals?
My dreams of Utah, meeting Donny Osmond, and living happily ever after were about to come to fruition. Or so I thought. My family had grown weary of smog, crime, and traffic congestion, so in August of 1975 my grandparents and parents put their houses up for sale and by the end of September I was living in Zion! I began attending Provo High School and set about to make friends. I learned there was a difference between Utah Mormons and mission field Mormons. Instead of finding everyone excited about living the gospel, it seemed to me that many Utah Mormons were complacent about their faith.
My ward was great though. Of course, my perceptions may have been colored by the fact that I attended the same ward as the Osmond family. Every Sunday was a thrill, especially sitting as close to the front as possible hoping to catch the eye of Donny as he sat at the Sacrament table. Once in a while I would be rewarded by his captivating smile. Gathering up all the courage I could muster, I even invited Donny to a Girls Choice dance. To my surprise he smiled and said yes! Unfortunately, he had to break the date because of a concert. It also broke my heart. Another chance to go out with him never arose, as Donny was often on tour with his family. The opportunity for him to fall in love with me didnt arise so I decided Id have to settle for a mere ordinary man. I met the returned missionary (eight years my senior) who would later become my husband (a couple of his younger brothers were friends of mine in high school).
Having ambitions to become rich and famous recording artists, Scott and I moved to Las Vegas two years after meeting. I also had the ulterior motive of getting Scott out of the clutches of the other woman. I was 15 and Scott was 23 when we met. The following four years were emotionally turbulent ones. About the same time Scott began dating me, he also began dating a young woman named Becky, who closer to his age. Neither of us unsuspecting girls knew about the other until we were both head-over-heels in love. As you can imagine, two marriage-hungry females fighting for the same guy made life miserable and painful for four long years while Scott made up his mind which one of us he wanted to spend eternity with. He was afraid of making the wrong choice. He reasoned that if he said yes to one girl, he was theoretically turning down a million others. Scott had grown up being taught that the most important decision a person could make was choosing an eternal companion. Becky and I both left Scott within a week of each other, but I came back (yes, I know---Im a glutton for punishment). Scott and I were married in our Bishops home shortly after I turned nineteen.
We strove diligently the first year we were married to prepare for getting sealed in the temple. I kept praying that neither one of us would die before we got to the temple, lest we spend an eternity apart from each other. I wanted to be righteous enough to be an eternal family and daily lived so as to be worthy of the blessings of the temple. My husband and in-laws had forewarned me that the endowment session was somewhat unusual and that some people feel uncomfortable the first time through. Scott had taken out his own endowments before his mission and told me as much about the ceremony as he could without violating the sacred oaths of secrecy he had made. I felt prepared and excited to finally be going to the temple.
The much-anticipated time arrived. I took out my endowments in the Salt Lake Temple so that I could go through a live session (with actors instead of the movie) and the next day we were sealed for eternity in the Provo Temple. Even though I anticipated some unusual things about the ceremony, I was troubled by the blood oaths (we covenanted to suffer our lives to be taken in gruesome ways rather than reveal the signs and tokens) and wondered why we needed to learn special signs and tokens to pass by the angels to get into the Celestial Kingdom. Did that mean that if an outsider found out what these signs and tokens were that he could sneak into heaven? Would an Omniscient God really need these signs and our new name in order to recognize us? Why did all the women (and all the men) get the same name on any given day---I thought each person would be given a special and unique name. Why would our eternal destination be altered if we revealed to others what went on inside the temple? The thought certainly carried an element of fear with it. We set those questions aside and forged ahead to rear a righteous family.
Over the following twenty years of our marriage, Scott and I were fully immersed in church service, sometimes holding up to five callings at a time. It was a challenge, but we were glad to serve and felt honored and humbled that the Lord found us worthy to contribute in various capacities. Besides regular temple attendance (traveling two hours each way until a temple was built locally), I served in the childrens Primary for over seven years, was involved in the Cub-Scouting program, belonged to the ward choir and a local LDS community choir, sang special numbers for Sacrament Meetings, assisted in the library, led the music in Relief Society, was ward music chairman, taught in Relief Society for six years and served as Relief Society President my last year in the church. My husband held a variety of callings; playing the organ or piano for meetings, leading the choir, serving as a ward financial clerk and as a counselor in the Elder s Quorum Presidency, as well as teaching in the Primary and the High Priest group.
Our experience as members of the church was very positive and we enjoyed the fellowship we had with other members. I took church membership and the gospel seriously, raising our children to walk uprightly before the Lord as best as I could. I had six children by the time I was a twenty-nine and nine children by age thirty-eight. We had decided when we got married that we would not limit the size of our family for personal or selfish reasons and that as long as my health was good, we would welcome all the "spirit children" of our Heavenly Father and Mother that He wanted to send to our home. At times Scott worked two jobs so that I could be a full-time mother as the church's prophets taught that good Latter-day Saint women should be. I practiced honing my skills as a homemaker by sewing a lot of my older children s clothing, baking bread, and making crafts. I became diligent in preparing for the End Times by trying to live frugally, learning to can and dry fruits and vegetables, taking first aid classes, and familiarizing myself with prophecies in scripture and by church leaders. My few attempts at canning were somewhat disastrous, but at least I learned how to do it. For example, one time I took two of my young sons with me to shop for a canning pot. As we were driving, Jeff accidentally released pepper spray from my self-defense canister. Fumes quickly filled the car and....thats a story best left for another time. But I will tell you that our painful excursion resulted in our returning home with two finches from the pet store, along with a big pot for canning. No, not for canning finches.
My daily life and thoughts revolved around the church. Although the truth of Mormonism was never supernaturally manifested to me by an overwhelming "burning in the bosom," I believed the church was true. One of my "gifts" seemed to be believing on the testimony of others, which I did wholeheartedly. I figured that was my test in life; to know without really knowing. As a matter of fact, the closest I ever got to a "burning in the bosom" was when leaning over a hot stove! Some of my friends told me of visions, dreams, voices, and even seeing the spirits of the deceased in the temple. I was disappointed because I didnt get to see dead peoples spirits or have extraordinary supernatural manifestations. I often wondered what was wrong with me. Despite the lack of frequent spiritual phenomena in my life, I frequently bore my testimony in "Fast & Testimony meetings" and in private to my children. I *knew* the church was true because it seemed right and felt right.
Life was a struggle handling the challenges of raising a large family, home-schooling, and trying to be the best Latter-day Saint I could. I had ambivalent feeling about putting our children public school; there were advantages and disadvantages. I prayed and researched and prayed some more until the Spirit finally "prompted" me to home school them. Looking back, I see I was not equipped for the task, but I was prepared to do whatever the Lord asked of me. Financial difficulties attended us through the years as we committed to my being a fulltime wife and mother. This, among other things, took a toll on our marriage. Scott was much more easy-going than I was, living by the motto popularized in the song, "Don't Worry, Be Happy." With Scott coming from a family of sixteen children and me being an only child, our views on child-rearing were quite different. One of the things we didn't quite see eye-to-eye on was how much emphasis we should put on growing "testimonies of the church" in our kids. I had a real concern about the warnings from Church leaders that if we were not diligent in teaching our children LDS doctrine and grounding them in it, they would be more apt to "go astray" through either peer pressure or the challenges of life.
After the first few years of marriage, I noticed that Scott rarely got up to bear his testimony in church. He started a night job and began listening to a Christian radio station while he worked. Everyday Walter Martin in his role as the Bible Answer Man would come on. Often this program would revolve around the Mormon Church and other religions considered cults by mainstream Christians. From what Scott told me several times a week, Dr. Martin would spew all kinds of vitriolic blasphemy from his mouth about the LDS church, The LORDS Church. I couldnt stand the guy this misinformed heathen. "Just wait till he gets to the other side," I would tell Scott, " boy, will he be shocked and embarrassed when he finds out he was wrong all these years! Boy will he be kicking himself when he ends up in the lowest kingdom!"
One day while Scott was on a pokey-stick walk (thats dumpster-diving for you uninitiated folk), he found the book entitled, By His Own Hand Upon Papyrus by Charles M. Larsen. Scott began reading it and reported to me what he was discovering. It appeared as though Joseph Smith had mistranslated a pagan funeral document by turning it into what is now one of the Mormon Churchs volumes of scripture. I was really shaken up by the information. I remember driving to get groceries one evening and sitting in the car crying over what it meant. Could it be possible that the Book of Abraham in the Pearl of Great Price was a fraud? How could the prophet have gotten things so wrong? What if he wasnt really a prophet? That would mean that the church was not true! The concept was too deep to fathom. There must be a logical reason for the seeming error; maybe it was a test of our faith. Maybe Satan was just trying to discredit Gods work. After several days of feeling shaken up over what Scott had learned, and reminding myself of what leaders have said---that if there is a problem, it lies within the individual and not the Church, I told Scott that I didnt know how to explain Josephs botching up the Book of Abraham, but deep inside I knew the church was true and we just had to press on in faith.
It began to grate on me that Scott wouldnt get up in church to bear his testimony. He also never really talked about his mission. His 2-year mission for the church was a real eye-opener for him. There were lots of politics and brown-nosing in his particular mission and it disillusioned him greatly. I wanted our sons to go on missions of their own and felt that they needed their fathers example and encouragement. How could I help them develop strong testimonies of the church when their own father would not express his own? Scott finally admitted that he didnt have a solid testimony. He hoped the church was true, he wanted it to be true, and he believed it was probably true, but he said he would feel like a hypocrite getting up in front of our kids and in church to testify that he knew it was true. He confessed that it kind of irritated him that church members always used the word know when there is no way they really could know based on warm fuzzy feelings. I advised him to keep his doubts to himself and not share them with the kids lest their own budding testimonies get shaken.
Scott agreed to not tell our children his doubts, on the premise that the Church was true but his own inadequacies kept him from really knowing. Church leaders had emphasized many times that if there is a problem it comes from within the individual, not from within the Church. Despite Scotts weak faith, we were both committed to teaching the children the principles of the restored gospel. We had daily family prayer and scripture reading from the Book of Mormon, memorized the thirteen Articles of Faith, had regular family gospel discussions, and participated in all the church activities we could. We believed that the building of the New Jerusalem in Jackson County Missouri and the Second Coming of Jesus Christ would be in our lifetimes. We wanted to see that our children were well-taught and worthy to be called to build Zion.
I had always been diligent to follow the counsel of all the LDS prophets to prepare for the events of the Last Days, often sacrificing comfort and extravagance to make sure we had food and clothing storage. As it got closer to the year 2000 (and a possible Y2K computer disaster) I was doing all I could to finish getting a year supply of food and emergency items. I became increasingly interested in prophecies regarding the Last Days, including dreams and visions that many individuals were having. I had read an LDS womans story about her dreams of a devastating earthquake that would put Utah and Salt Lake Valleys into economic and geographic upheaval. She wrote about her deceased sister appearing to her to warn her of these things. What disturbed me about her story was that she said the leaders of the church would call in everyones food storage and then turn it over to the United Nations. Of course I didnt believe that part and was amazed that someone could be so deceived. I began to pray quite often that I would not be led astray. Matthew 24 foretells that in the End Times many would be deceived and I did not want to be one of them; I wanted to hold fast to the faith until the Second Coming of Christ.
In November of 1999 I was called to be the Relief Society President. I knew the call was coming six weeks before the Bishop asked. It was the oddest thing. Our Relief Society President had passed away, and as I was sitting at the luncheon after the funeral, I got the distinct impression that I would be the next president. I tried to avoid the bishop from that point on! What in the world could the bishop be thinking (or the Lord for that matter)? I was not Relief Society President material we were in the lower economic class, had nine children at the time, home schooled, wore the same clothes to church every week, didnt have an immaculate house, nor did I shop at Deseret Industries for second-hand clothing. However, I was diligent about putting family first and lived by the K.I.S.S. Principle, K-eep I-t S-imple S-ister, which later became our motto as a Relief Society presidency.
Being called to a leadership position was a serious matter not to be taken lightly or unworthily. Even though being a member of the church had been a good experience overall, I somehow always felt like I did not measure up. I often doubted my standing before the Lord. Was I doing enough? Could I be trying harder? Would I really make it to the Celestial Kingdom? What about the times I raised my voice at the kids or didnt feel like going to church (even though I went anyway)? What about drinking caffeine sodas while driving on long trips? Would it count against me? Was I really valiant in the testimony of Jesus or would I only go to the Terrestrial Kingdom? Did Heavenly Father really want someone like me as a leader over the sisters in the ward?
Furthermore, I was discouraged and mad at the Lord for slowly killing my sons fish. It was autumn of 1999 and my 11-year-old son, Curran, had worked hard all summer for the neighborhood ice cream man to buy an expensive, but ugly (actually it was butt ugly!) fish a Jack Dempsey. He had the fish for about two weeks when we decided to go to the park as a family. We were gone for a couple of hours and when we came home Curran declared that the fish was gone! A diligent fish-hunt ensued and the Dempsey was found floundering on the windowsill. The poor fish had taken a swimming leap to capture its goldfish dinner, but with no lid to stop him, kept sailing right out of the tank. Amazingly, it was still alive, though barely.
I knew my son was heart-broken as he came to me asking what he should do. I recommended putting the fish back into the tank to see if it would revive. The Dempsey sunk to the bottom and lay there, its great sides heaving with every breath. I wanted to tell Curran to pray for the life of his fish, but I was afraid that if Heavenly Father let it die, it would shake my boys faith in prayer and in the Lord.
Have you ever felt like your prayers were bouncing off the ceiling? So often I had gone to Heavenly Father in prayer, asking for answers to problems. I followed what the D&C said about making a decision, presenting it to God, and then waiting for a burning in the bosom or a stupor of thought. Id tried everything to hear the answers, but they never seemed to come. Maybe this time it would be different. Maybe this time, for the sake of my little boy, heavenly Father would answer my prayers. Privately I shut the door to my room, kneeled at my bedside and wept before Heavenly Father in behalf of the Dempsey. Please, I prayed, please heal the fish miraculously so that my sons faith in thee will be strengthened, but if not, then please make it die quickly so it doesnt have to suffer. I checked on my son and his fish. Curran had propped the Dempsey up against an undulating plastic pirate ship that gave the aquarium a nice, homey feel for its residents. It seemed the fish might actually recuperate.
The next day brought no change in the Dempseys condition. As a matter of fact, there was no change at all in the ensuing days other than the wretched creature would sometimes flop over and have to be propped back up. Daily I prayed for that fish, anticipating the great miracle Heavenly Father was going to perform. It would be a defining moment in our lives, something Curran would reflect on when he when he was a General Authority giving a talk in General Conference;
Yes, brothers and sisters, he would testify at the grand pulpit, I knew there was a God in Heaven the day He healed my fish. That was the moment I determined to serve the Lord for the rest of my life. That was the moment I gained a testimony of the Church of Jesus Christ of Latter-day Saints blah, blah, blah. And I would beam proudly from the front row, nudging the Saint sitting next to me, Thats my boy up there! The Miracle of the Fish happened over 30 years ago and look at what my son has become! Yes, thats my boy!
Secretly I harbored the thought, If the fish revives, then I will absolutely KNOW that the church is true. Sadly, the fish lingered in that nether land between life and death for almost two weeks. The heavens were like brass. I became discouraged. What kind of pleasure did God take in the suffering of this fish? Didnt He love us enough? Id heard of other miracles; one Education Week story about a dehydrated pet frog that miraculously regenerated after being prayed over by a child. Were we so unworthy as to not merit this one favor? Was my childs testimony not as important as the boys whose frog re-inflated?
Finally the day came that we either had to flush, bury, or barbeque the Dempsey. We buried it. I was still mad at the Lord. It was about this time that I was called to be the Relief Society President. At the time, I was eagerly awaiting a call from the Oprah Winfrey Show, telling me that I was one of the chosen few who would be getting a Millennial Make-Over. Id already sent pictures and the days were crawling by. The phone rang as I was heading out the door for a class. I wouldnt have answered it at all had it not been for my hope of quasi-stardom. It was the bishop.
Sister Crookston, he greeted, do you know what the Relief Society Emblem is? Id been teaching the lessons for 6 years, but I really hadnt the foggiest notion. Two stalks of wheat, he answered. He then asked if I knew what the Relief Society flower was. Frankly I didnt know there was a Relief Society flower. He asked if I knew the Relief Society colors. Boy, was I batting a hundred! I was sure he thought I must be a complete dunderhead. I took a wild guess, reasoning within myself that the Cub Scout colors were blue and gold, so maybe there was a connection. I got the answer right. His next question was regarding the motto of the Relief Society. I didnt know it, but supposed it had something to do with charity and said as much. He replied, Yes. Charity never faileth.
Really, I said, afraid of where this conversation was heading. Well, Ive learned something new today. The bishop then asked me about my philosophy on home schooling---probably trying to ascertain whether I was a zealot---and what I thought about Joseph Smith and Brigham Young. He asked about my family. I was getting antsy to get to my class as it was the last one for the semester and the teacher was bringing Krispy Crème doughnuts. I told the bishop that I hated to cut short this scintillating conversation, but I was going to be late to the college.
Driving to class I sat a little straighter, walked a little taller, and began to feel a little presidential. If people were going to begin looking to me as a leader, I had better start acting leaderly. It was hard to look leaderly though, in holey jeans, a toddler-stained tee shirt, and my uncombed hair in a ponytail. The morning had been so hectic Id forgotten to properly groom myself. How embarrassing.
The following day I checked Oprahs website and saw that they already had the guests lined up for the make-over show. I was really disappointed, but deluded myself into believing it was a sign that I would not be called as the next Relief Society president. If my greatest dream wasnt going to come true I reasoned, then neither would my worst nightmare. Not only wasnt I good enough to be in Oprah, I probably wasnt good enough to be a leader. Even though I didnt want to be called to a leadership position the thought was still depressing.
Three days later the bishop called from out-of-state where he was vacationing with his family. He asked if I would serve in the capacity of Relief Society president. Of course I accepted; thats what good church members are supposed to do. A calling from the Bishop is considered a calling from God. The bishop later confessed to me that he had reservations, but that the Lord made it clear to him that if he did not call me to be the next president he would be under condemnation.
I truly felt like a fish out of water! My only hope was that Heavenly Father would not let me flounder like the Dempsey. I chose two counselors who were almost as unorthodox as I was. We all home schooled, we all felt like the Second Coming was near, and we all felt that the sisters needed more focus in their lives on the simple things. Trying to juggle husbands, kids, callings, and everything else, we often joked among ourselves that we must have been the most dysfunctional Relief Society presidency that the ward had ever had!
A few months later, in February of 2000, I again attempted to get on the Oprah Winfrey Show. The theme was changing your frumpy clothing wardrobe into something more stylish. Well, I could do frumpy --- that was right up my alley. I had my daughter video tape me singing The Frumpy Clothes Blues. I changed the words to the old standard Ballin the Jack. It was just hokey enough that two days after sending the tape by overnight mail someone on Oprahs staff called me and asked how I would like to visit Chicago! It was quite an experience. Imagine a poor, jean-clad, frumpy mother of nine being transported by limousine to a Five Star hotel and dining at one of Chicagos finest restaurants! Then I had to attempt to be dainty while eating instead of shoveling in the food. Even while trying to eat carefully, my bosom still ended up looking like a snack tray. I discreetly brushed away crumbs and chunks and heaven knows what else. The trip was a dream-come-true; Harried Housewife transformed into Glamour Girl (and thats harried, folks, not hairy).
Well, the Lord works in mysterious ways. The evening that the show aired (February 11, 2000), I got a phone call from an unusual and unforgettable person. This person had once been my mortal enemy --- the other woman from the love triangle of 20 years before! Although the emotional scars had healed, I still didnt like her very much. Becky had lost track of us over the years; however, on the day that the Oprah Show aired, she came home from work early, turned on the TV and hit the VCR record button --- something that she usually didnt do. She hardly ever watched television, let alone Oprah. In that exact moment I came out onto the stage. Becky sat down a while later to watch the tape and took a double take. Could that really be Tracy? she thought (of course I looked the same drop-dead gorgeous after 20 years). The guest wardrobe designer mentioned my first name, number of children, and the city I lived in. Becky looked me up and called.
We had a pleasant conversation, although I was shocked to learn that Becky had left the church. She was a several generation Latter-day Saint from pioneer stock and as True Blue as they came; no R-rated movies or colas, expert in cooking and sewing, a straight arrow if ever there was one. I thought, The Lord has arranged this so I can bring her back into the church. Becky explained that she had been reading the Bible and was led out of the church. I made a commitment to read the Bible myself to see what could possibly be in there that would lead her astray.
Over the following months we kept up a correspondence and Becky would always tell me about what the Lord was doing in her life. She kept expressing that she had never felt as close to the Savior as she did then and that the truth had set her free. It certainly puzzled me as to why Heavenly Father would lead her out of His true church. Not only that, but apostates were supposed to lose the Spirit completely and become dark, bitter, empty individuals. Instead, quite the opposite had happened; she was calm, peaceful, and had an assurance about her standing with God. I kept looking for a chink in her new armor, evidence that she was being led astray by the devil, but could find none.
As the summer wore on I began to pray to know the truth. Not that I doubted the Church --- I just wanted know how it could be that Becky and others could have a close relationship with the Lord outside of the church, especially as apostates! Could it be that there was more than one way to the Celestial Kingdom?
On one of our evening walks my husband posed an intriguing question; what if the truth was that the church was not true? After pondering for a moment I responded that I would not want to know. If the church wasnt true, then what was? The very foundation of the world as we knew it --- our lifestyle, belief system, and way of thinking --- would crumble. The mere thought of it was too scary to contemplate!
In August I attended the churchs Education Week at Brigham Young University. The classes were inspirational, as always. While in Provo I arranged to meet with the woman who had visions concerning the End Times and claimed to have had a visitation from the spirit of her deceased sister. I wanted to see what kind of person she was. If she and Becky and others could be deceived, then it was possible that I was also at risk.
After an intense five-hour discussion I ascertained that she was indeed sincere and did not appear to be a charlatan. How could someone who had been excommunicated get visions and visitations from the dead, another person who left the church on her own have the peace that passes all understanding, and faithful church members all be getting a spiritual witness that the course they were on was the true course? People of many different faiths have spiritual experiences, so experiences cannot be the basis for finding truth. That was when I decided that I had to know the truth at all costs. I prayed that Heavenly Father would reveal the truth to me. I told Him that if the church was true I had to know beyond any shadow of doubt so that I could continue to press forward in faith in preparation for the Second Coming; and if it was not true, then I needed to know that too, so that I could be on the correct side when Jesus came again. When I prayed I wouldnt be deceived I never considered the possibility that I already had been deceived---by the LDS church!
Well, God took me at my word---that I really desired truth---and a few weeks later I remembered my sister-in-law had once told me about a paper she had come across that if it were true, she said, was the scariest thing she had ever read. She said she was reluctant to send it to me because she did not want to be responsible for shaking my testimony. She would only tell me was that it was about the temple ceremony. I assured her that I had my free agency (free will) and that I absolved her from all blame. If what was written was true, I needed to know! If it were not true, then the Lord would give me discernment.
A few days before October General Conference, the long-anticipated paper arrived. It was about seven or eight pages long, written by a man in Southern Utah who quoted Book of Mormon witness David Whitmer saying that Joseph Smith was a fallen prophet. It also made references to the temple ceremony being copied from Masonic Temple rites. That information was mildly interesting to me, but for the most part I dismissed it as the exaggerated ranting of a very deceived individual. What did grab my attention though, were some alleged quotes by Brigham Young concerning blood atonement.
According to the author, Brigham said, Suppose you found your brother in bed with your wife, and put a javelin through both of them, you would be justified and they would atone for their sins, and be received into the kingdom of God. I would at once do so in such a case; and under such circumstances, I have no wife whom I love so well that I would not put a javelin through her heart, and I would do it with clean hands _ Young goes on to say that the blood of Christ will never wipe that out [adultery], your own blood must atone for it (Journal of Discourses, vol. 3, p. 247). I was absolutely incredulous. This was obviously misquoted or taken out of context.
Right away I began calling people in my ward to see who had the Journal of Discourses in their personal library. I had tried using Gospel Link but it did not contain the full text. As soon as the books were located I jumped into my van and headed for a members home. I had written down some references and began a determined search through several volumes. To my amazement and shock I found that the quotes were genuine and not taken out of context. I looked up other topics as well; the Adam-God doctrine, blacks and the priesthood, monogamy condemned. Contrary to what Id been told, the Journal of Discourses had First Presidency approval at the time of publication (Volume 1, first page) and for a century since. Not only that, but all the sermons in the Journal of Discourses had been printed in the Churchs newspaper prior to being published in book form. Up until the mid-1970s, church members were encouraged to own a set for family study. I found many outrageous doctrines before leaving this ward members house. Brother B___ asked me before I left if I found what I was looking for. I replied in the affirmative. Indeed, I found a whole lot more than I was looking for. He looked at me quizzically and I brought up the Adam-God doctrine, to which he replied that President Young had only speculated on it publicly a few times. After researching further, I learned that Young taught it as a revelation for over twenty-five years, stating that all who did not accept the doctrine that Adam is our god would be condemned (Journal of Discourses, Vol. I, page 50-51)!
I came home quite shaken. What President Young taught was not the gospel as I thought I knew it. What about the woman taken in adultery, who Jesus forgave and comforted, Neither do I condemn thee, go thy way and sin no more? He did not say, Okay, folks, go ahead and stone her! I cannot atone for her sin and there seems to be a shortage of javelins around here.
Calling my friend Becky, I asked her for the web address that she had recommended months before for explanations; a web address that I blew off because I already had the truth (www.hismin.com). Along with the Internet I checked out some books from the library; Mormon America by Richard Ostling, In Sacred Loneliness by Todd Compton (LDS author and researcher), and Mormon Hierarchy: Origins of Power by Michael D. Quinn (Former BYU History Professor, now an Independent Scholar). My husband and I read voraciously for weeks checking every reference we could with church records, histories, and official publications to verify for ourselves the many contradictions, inconsistencies, and revisions. All the while I prayed fervently that God would guide me and not let me be led astray; I only wanted to know the truth. I emailed several Ex-Mormon websites asking for answers to my questions. I sent away for pamphlets. I visited with Institute teachers and relatives active in the church whose opinions I respected.
When I read for myself the almost word for word similarities between the temple endowment oaths and the oaths taken in Masonic rites and Satanic rituals, I removed my temple garments. I figured that if I was wrong that the Lord would forgive me because my intentions were pure, but if I was right, perhaps the garments were actually shielding me from receiving the truth.
The final straw was when I learned that Joseph Smith had married several women who were already married to men still living. Incredibly, he had also threatened teenage girls with eternal damnation for them and their families if they refused to become his plural wives, and exaltation for them and their families if they consented. I decided that if that bit of history could indeed be verified, then I would know that Joseph Smith was not true prophet of God. It was verified through the diaries and writings of Josephs wives and those close to the Mormon prophet (see In Sacred Loneliness, a compilation of historical accounts by Todd Compton).
The foundation of Mormonism quickly unraveled from there. I learned that much of the time Joseph Smith did not even have the gold plates in his view while translating them. Instead he had a peep stone in his hat (a smooth stone of the type often used by soothsayers), which he claimed gave him revelations after putting his face into the hat to block out all light. This was not the Urim and Thummim allegedly found with the plates as I was taught in seminary, but a stone he had found while digging a well on his neighbors property! From what I knew of the occult, I recognized the practices of channeling and automatic writing and knew they were of a demonic nature. I also learned that there were many contemporary resources available to Smith to be able to author the Book of Mormon on his own or with the help of educated and well-versed friends such as Oliver Cowdery and Sidney Rigdon. The Book of Mormon has themes and passages strikingly similar to the writings of Ethan Smith and Solomon Spaulding; preachers who a few years before spun many tales of Indians being descendents of Jews who migrated to the Americas by ship.
I began a concentrated study of the Bible in earnest, reading commentaries, listening to study tapes (available free from www.firefighters.org), learning the background of the individual books of the Bible and ancient Hebrew and Greek cultures. There were many Bible verses that had been taken completely out of context by the LDS Church. For example, Ezekiel 37, when read in context, speaks of God bringing together the Northern and Southern kingdoms of Israel, making them one nation, NOT bringing together the Bible and the Book of Mormon. The Lord was removing the scales from my eyes and peeling back the layers of years worth of indoctrination in false teachings.
This was probably the most difficult period of my life. There was so much at stake! Whatever decision I made would affect generations. If I left the church and was wrong, I would be responsible for the spiritual demise of my posterity; yet, if Mormonism was not true and I stayed, I would be leading my children to hell. I couldnt take the chance of being wrong in either direction. Whether I stayed in the church or left the church I had to know for sure that it was Gods will and that I was not being deceived. The decision I had to make was not taken lightly.
Day and night these matters weighed upon my mind. I agonized over the implications of Mormonism not being true. There was scarcely a moment that I was not thinking about it, discussing it, studying, praying, and even dreaming about it at night! I was scared and sobered over the implications of my quest, yet underneath I felt a peaceful assurance that this path wherever it ended was Gods will. But, oh, how I wanted the church to be true! Heavenly Father, please, please let the church be true, my breaking heart cried out, nevertheless, not my will be done, but Thine. Just lead me to the truth and I will follow it.
There were so many questions to be answered and finding the answer to one of them seemed to spawn a dozen more questions. I made new friends over the Internet (how I thank God for their patience and long-suffering) whom I emailed daily asking questions, demanding proof, rehashing subjects already covered. They made me a part of their daily prayers, pleading with the Lord to remove the scales of spiritual blindness from my eyes and give me new sight.
With Thanksgiving around the corner, visiting family would be a good excuse to travel to Salt Lake City for further investigation. Scott and I were up until two or three a.m. discussing the issues with relatives. Although I had tried to hide my doubts from our children, just in case I was wrong, they noticed I was no longer wearing my temple garments and were quite concerned. That final week of searching was an emotionally tumultuous one. We were being told by extended family members that we just needed more faith and to rely on the good feelings we had about the church prior to all of this. One of Scotts brothers went so far as to tell him that his doubts were arising from unworthiness and if he would just repent he would know that the Church was true. Scott replied that his worthiness had no bearing on whether or not Joseph Smith took other mens wives or repeatedly lied to Emma and church members about his plural marriages. Scott asked his sister-in-law what it would take for her to leave the church if it could be proven that these things were historically accurate. She admitted that she didnt know. Some people seem to think that if you only believe in something hard enough, it will become true.
I set up an appointment to meet with Dennis and Rauni Higley of H.I.S. Ministries, an outreach for Mormons questioning and/or leaving the church. They had been devoted Mormons until Rauni discovered that the churchs doctrines and histories had been revised many times over the last century. She had full access to church archives through her work of 14 years as a Finnish translator for the LDS Church. Scott and I were at their home for over seven hours bombarding them with questions, looking up the facts in the many church publications that filled their bookshelves. It was truly a spiritual warfare that left them exhausted. The thin veneer of Mormonism split open as I saw for myself that The Church of Jesus Christ of latter-day Saints was not Gods Restored Church as it claimed to be.
I was devastated and jubilant at the same time; relieved that the search for the truth about Mormonism was over, yet saddened by the realization that I had been worshiping a God who did not exist a glorified man who had worked his way to godhood and whose wife (one of many) birthed my spirit. If the god of Mormonism did not exist, then who was I? Did I have a purpose? Who was this new God the God of Abraham, Isaac, and Jacob --- that I knew nothing about? Did He love me? Did anything really matter anymore? If the LDS Church wasnt true, then what was?
I wasnt about to throw the baby out with the bath water. If the LDS Church had lied about being the One True Church, then it had also lied by implying that no other belief system was correct. I had to go back to square one; I knew there was a God. The absolute miracle and intricacies of life on earth could not have come about by mere happenstance. I also knew that God sent His Son that we might have eternal life; the historical, archaeological, prophetical, and spiritual evidence was overwhelming (see New Evidence That Demands a Verdict by Josh McDowell, or The Case For Christ by Lee Strobel). On the hour-long drive back to my brother-in-laws house I gave my heart and life to Jesus Christ of the Bible, crying in gratitude over His love and mercy, and singing praises to His name along with the worship CD I had playing. It was going to be bittersweet journey, but I looked forward to getting to know my Savior.
The following day my nephew set up an interview for us with his Institute Director, who had once worked in the Church Historical Department. We asked him if we could record the conversation so we could later reflect on his words. He told us he would rather not be recorded because of whom he worked for. These were some of the major issues troubling us. We brought up several of them in the discussion. The following was just the tip of the ice berg that sank the LDS TITANIC:
Why was it okay for Joseph Smith to marry and have sexual relations with other mens wives?
Why did the church send out a survey to a small percentage of recommend holders before changing the temple endowment in 1990? Did the Lord really need an opinion poll taken before issuing a revelation to the prophet?
Why are there pentagrams (occult symbols) on the temples? Why disregard Gods command in the Bible, which prohibits making any images of sun, moon, and stars? (As an aside, there are pentagrams all over the new Nauvoo temple and woven into its tapestries. The temple, including the occult sunstone with a face, was patterned after Smiths vision of it; Sacred Stone, by Heidi Swinton, Deseret Book, p. 68)
Why are the emblems/marks of Satans power and priesthoods on the garments (in the live session of the previous temple ceremony, one could see the garment marks on Satans apron)?
Why was there no archaeological evidence for the Book of Mormon? If two great civilizations with over two million people came to their end at the Hill Cumorah (which many LDS prophets have taught is in New York), why have no bones, weapons, or other evidence been found? And why has Lamanite DNA been linked to the Mongolians and Chinese, not Hebrews? ( this website has a new DNA video available that presents scientific facts; www.MormonChallenge.com
If Joseph was prophet, seer, and revelator, how could he have gotten the Book of Abraham (published as the "Pearl of great Price" ) so wrong? He claimed it was written by Abrahams own hand. Modern scholars and Egyptologists (some hired by the church) have discovered that the papyrus is nothing more than a pagan funerary document on preparing the dead for the afterlife. And, if the church is headed by real "prophets, seers, and revelators," why did it have to hire scholars to translate the papyri in the first place?
If Joseph Smith was a true prophet, why did many of his specific prophecies not come true? The Bible teaches that one false prophecy makes a false prophet.
Why did prophet Brigham Young say by way of revelation that black men were never to hold the priesthood until after the Millennium because of their spiritual unworthiness and prophet Spencer W. Kimball give them the priesthood in 1978? Did God change His mind (again)? Did Joseph Smith not know this decree of heaven when he ordained a black man to the priesthood?
Why did Joseph partially translate the metal plates found in Kinderhook, Illinois proclaiming them to be the ancient writings of a Lamanite, when in actuality the plates were a hoax, made and buried locally by men seeking to expose Joseph Smith as a fraud?
Why was the church buying forged documents purported to be written by early church leaders from Mark Hoffman in the early 1980s? This alleged church history proved to be embarrassing to the church. How come Gordon B. Hinckley didnt know as an agent for God that the documents were fraudulent?
Why does the Book of Mormon say that David and Solomon's wives and concubines were an abomination to God, and in the Doctrine & Covenants says that God gave David and Solomon their wives and concubines?
Why did Joseph Smith teach that God the father is a Spirit without a "tabernacle of flesh" (Lectures on Faith, "Lecture Fifth") and later teach that the Father DOES have a body of flesh? Is this why the lectures on Faith were removed from the D&C in 1921? If Smith really saw God and Jesus each with a body while praying in the woods, wouldn't he already know?
Why did Joseph Smith's story of the "First Vision" change several times, evolving from seeing Jesus appear to him to forgive him of his sins and say the world "lieth in sin," to the elaborate account the church promotes today; namely that Smith saw the Father AND the Son and that they told him all the Christian sects were corrupt? (See http://www.utlm.org/onlineresources/firstvision.htm for a good article on the subject)
The Institute Director conceded that many of those things really happened, but that it did not matter to him. He said he could easily have traded places with us in our questioning. God allowed it all to happen, probably to test our faith. Then, in the same pattern of every other active Mormon we spoke with, he proceeded to attack the Bible. We said, Whether the Bible is translated correctly or not is not relevant to the issues we brought up. The Bible has nothing to do with the problems of Mormonism. Our nephew who had come with us left smiling his testimony strengthened by the blind faith of his mentor. I left more convinced than ever that it was more important to be loyal to the truth than to be loyal to an organization. As we were about to leave Utah to travel back home, my ten-year-old nephew was overheard warning my just-turned eight-year-old son, Your mom will never let you get baptized [as a Mormon]; shes an apostate now! That barb was only a precursor of things to come.
This intense process of searching for and discovering truth took place over a period of about seven weeks. I could hardly stand to continue attending church; now knowing it was a counterfeit Christian religion, in other words a cult. I was supposed to teach a Relief Society lesson in November and decided to go out with a bang. I could not leave the church until I had an opportunity to teach truth. The lesson I gave was Beware of False Prophets. I gave the lesson in such a way that those who had ears to hear would hear and those who did not would not be offended. The bishop already had an idea I no longer had a testimony because my counselors had told him I was acting strangely and had made a few comments that made them suspect I was leaving the church.
When a counselor in the bishopric came in and sat in the back, I knew the bishop had figured it out. I decided to soft-pedal the points because I did not want to be excommunicated and lose my credibility with church members. They generally dont listen to or associate with apostates. When I left the church I wanted everyone to know I was a member in good standing and that I requested that my name be removed from church records. The lesson went over well with the women (I was sure it didnt go over so well with the First Counselor; I cracked some of my best jokes and he didnt even crack a smile!), but I dont think anyone had ears to hear. Perhaps some seeds were planted. The interesting thing about Brother P___ sitting in on the lesson is that the Bishop told him to sit in on the lesson and if he felt prompted by the spirit, to ask me to speak in Sacrament meeting the following Sunday. Afterward the counselor approached me and complimented me on my lesson. He then asked if I would speak in church the following week. So much for his spiritual promptings and priesthood powers of discernment. Of course, the Bishop didnt allow me to speak, but I was amazed that they did not even catch the irony or implications. Exactly which "spirit" prompted him to have me speak in Sacrament Meeting? The same one that knew I no longer had a testimony?
That afternoon I told the bishop I needed to be released as Relief Society President because I found out that the church is not true, and is not what it claims to be. By the end of November I turned in my resignation letter to officially terminate my membership in the Church of Jesus Christ of Latter-day Saints. Then began my quest for a new church home, one whose teachings were strictly biblical, which I found in December of 2000 after much prayer and visiting a variety of wonderful Christian churches. I learned that Christs true church is not a specific denomination, but is comprised of the body of believers; those who have been saved by His grace. I was baptized a Christian in February of 2001, taking upon myself the name of Christ. Real baptism is an outward statement of an inner commitment. Over the ensuing months I came to understand the true gospel of Jesus as set forth in His Holy Word. I learned that Satan leads people down many paths that all end in spiritual destruction. Probably his most insidious trap is to lead sincere people who love goodness to the worshiping of false gods. He gets close enough to the truth that it is difficult to recognize it as counterfeit Christianity.
December was the last time I attended my ward, because I was singing a special number in Sacrament meeting and being officially released from my calling as Relief Society president. No one asked me why. No one from the ward reached out to me, with the exception of one woman who tried to convince me that the Journal of Discourses and other church publications were too inaccurate to use as references---she ended up saying she didnt believe the church was true either, but it was good for her kids and husband because it makes them think right. Also reaching out were my Visiting Teachers, who after a couple of visits were instructed by the bishop not to have contact with me any more and not to discuss religion with me. The abrupt dismissal of me by fellow Mormons couldnt have been greater if I had had fallen off the face of the earth, despite many people telling me on a weekly basis how wonderful I was and how much they loved me while I was still one of them. Two of my three closest friends of 16 and 18 years quickly faded from my life. One of them was a friend who had been there through thick and thin. We had shed tears together, took care of each others children, shared homes, talked for hours each week, traveled together, worked, played, and gone to church together. She invited me out for lunch a couple of times soon after I left the church and carefully avoided the topic of religion. And that was it; The End. But I knew the risk I would be taking when I turned my life over to Jesus. The loss of close friendships both in and out of my family still hurts, but God has been so good to bless me with new friendships based on His love to replace the ones based on condition of religious agreement.
The same week that I gave the bishop my letter of request to have my name removed from the records of the church, I sent letters to my husbands family informing them of my decision to leave the LDS Church. I wanted them to get the story straight from the horses mouth. One of Scotts brothers told him he could see it coming. Our only discussions together over the years had been gospel discussions and sharing testimonies, nothing negative at all. Scott replied, How could you see it coming? Ive been married to Tracy for twenty years and I didnt even see it coming! Another brother said our marriage wouldnt last more than two years after we leave the church (It actually lasted three. Even if we had stayed LDS, because of some serious issues, our marriage would not have lasted. Temple marriage and activity in the Church is no guarantee that a couple will stay together. As a matter of fact, divorce rates for LDS couples are the same as that of the general population). A brother-in-law told Scott that some people just cant live up to the standards of the church. It requires a lot. Thats like saying, The law and commandments were just too much for some people and Saul just couldnt hack it as a Pharisee---thats why he left Judaism to become Paul, a Christian.
Besides criticism from extended family, there was criticism given in love by my Bishop and other church members; I felt like my intelligence, motives, and parenting were being insulted, as if I would jeopardize my familys eternal salvation on a whim! Why, they wondered, couldnt I just go my own way without exposing my family and others to the devils dastardly schemes? I was told that my upcoming baptism in my new church was nothing more than taking a bath. If only they knew Who they were really mocking! Then there were all the comments made to my still-LDS children; like their poor mother must have been offended, or had some unresolved sin, or never had a testimony, or drank one too many caffeine sodas in her life, and other nonsense.
I guess the axiom is true, what goes around, comes around. When Scotts oldest sister and her husband left the church years before and separated, we were saying the same things. Like their marriage couldnt hold together without the church. Or concerning their leaving Mormonism, we could see it coming. Remember back in 1980 when we saw them at Disneyland on Sunday? Sabbath-breaking should have been a clue. Never mind the fact that we were at Disneyland on a Sunday; but that was different, you see.
And when people were leaving the church in droves over the Book of Abraham mistranslation or Blacks getting the priesthood or over the Hoffman forgeries or the temple ceremony changing---man, we pitied those people! Poor misguided fools we thought. Can you imagine leaving The One True Church over such trivial things? These are the Last Days all right. As painful as it is to admit, I was ignorant and arrogant (thinking myself to be humble and nonjudgmental) reading by the lamp of my own conceit. I thought, just as I had been told, that when people leave The Church it is because of immorality or because someone offended them or because they just couldnt hack it, or because Satan had led them astray. It didnt even cross my mind that people could leave for legitimate reasons. It had never occurred to me that maybe I didnt really know church history and teachings. It never entered my imagination that Truth (with a capital T) had been in the Bible all along and had never been lost. Now it was my turn to be judged as I had judged others.
The first year after I left the LDS Church was very hard on my marriage and children. My newfound faith and the Biblical doctrines it was founded on were often under attack. Many family discussions ended in tears from either my older children or me. I decided when I left the church that I would take the four youngest children (ages 8, 5, 2, and newborn) with me to a Christian church, but I would not keep my older children (ages 10, 12, 14, and 16) from attending the ward. I now see it was a big mistake to allow my 10 and 12 year old children to continue in Mormonism. My 18-year-old son was preparing for a mission and my 19-year old son had been inactive for some time. My 14-year-old daughter seemed to be taking things the hardest. We had always been close; now she was tearfully saying, Mom, I dont know you anymore. Youre drinking ice tea. Next thing I know youll take up drinking! I knew she secretly wondered if I would also begin smoking and prostituting on street corners.
Although Scott could not see how the church could possibly be true in light of the evidence against it, he still had a hard time accepting it. It hurt too much. He was unwilling to let go of a lifetime of tradition. He was unwilling to let go of the dream of becoming a god and having an eternal family. It was hard for him to accept the Biblical teaching that we would not be married forever (Matthew 22:30). We began a weekly discussion/study with our home teacher, who was an attorney. Scott was hoping that with a lawyers analytical mind, Brother E___ would be able to refute the evidence against the church. We were disappointed, for when it came to Mormonism, our friend could not be objective at all. Despite the evidence against Mormonism and eyewitness testimonies, including court records of Joseph Smith's unscrupulous and unlawful activities, Brother E. dismissed it all as satanic attacks against the Lord's True Church. In an actual court of law, the verdict is arrived at by examining all the evidence. Jury members are not supposed to decide the innocence or guilt of a defendant by their own feelings; "Aw, he's got such a kind face. He could never commit a crime!" Yet, that is what so many devout Mormons do; they decide on the "truthfulness" of the LDS gospel based on their feelings about it or what it appears to be on the surface, rather than on the preponderance of evidence. Our bishop was hoping the discussions with our home teacher would convince us the Church was true. He asked me as a friend if he could hold on to my name removal request, just in case I could yet be persuaded to return. In deference to our friendship I agreed.
The months went by and we were not any closer to being able to dismiss all the historical and doctrinal problems of Mormonism. Scott asked the home teacher if it could be proven that Joseph Smith was proposing to young teenage girls and promising exaltation for them and their families if they married him and threatening them and their families with damnation if they did not; and if Joseph was marrying and having sex with other mens wives, would he admit that it posed a major problem? Brother E___ paused, chin in hand, and nodded mildly, Well, that would seem inappropriate. Scott shook his head in disbelief and told me later, If a church leader took Brother E___s wife as his own and had sex with her, I think he would feel strongly that it was more than inappropriate!
By April I decided that the study was going nowhere fast. There were so many problems with Mormonism that we could conceivably be meeting an hour weekly for years. I wrote another request for my name to be removed and gave it to the Bishop. I didnt hear anything for over five weeks, long past the 30-day waiting policy prescribed in the churchs Handbook of Instructions. One Sunday in early June, the Bishop came over with the home teacher and an envelope in hand. He shook his head sadly and said, This is not the letter youve been waiting for. My heart sank. Without opening it I knew what it was. I was right; it was a summons to a church disciplinary court for apostate activities.
Just what constituted apostate activities proved to be interesting indeed. When the Visiting Teachers were over a week before, they shared their testimonies with me, trying to convince me that the church was true. In turn I shared my testimony of Jesus with them, along with the reasons the church was not true and told them I was in the process of having my Exit Story posted on the Internet. One of them told me how the book of Hebrews had really strengthened her testimony of the church and challenged me to read it and let her know what I thought. I read it and wrote to her how it showed that the Mormon doctrine on priesthood is in error because Jesus was the last High Priest, with an untransferable priesthood. In addition to sharing my new knowledge with my Visiting Teachers, I had joined an email support group for Mormons questioning the faith and making a transition into Christianity (www.IRR.org/mit). For several months I had been posting questions, seeking answers, and sharing some of the trials I was going through. Does honest questioning and the exchange of ideas with other people really make one eligible for excommunication? According to current Mormon leaders it does; unlike early church leaders who challenged members to compare the gospel of Mormonism to the Bible.
Im not going! I exclaimed. This is incredibly unfair. If you had removed my name like I asked you to back in November this wouldnt be happening! You asked me as a friend to hold on to my request and now youre betraying me! By this time I was crying. The bishop explained it was a court of love and he didnt want to have things come to this, but he had given it careful thought and prayer and felt this would be for the best. I learned that along with the spirit telling him to hold a church court on me, he was instructed by higher church authorities to do so. Bishop L___ had already informed two of my teenage sons he was instructed to hold a church court. That he would disclose something that confidential to my children was incredible to me! I told him that I already knew the verdict would be excommunication. Trying to control my emotions, I told them they could see themselves out; then I ran to my room, threw myself on the bed and wept.
Hurt and upset, I considered my options. I had heard about a lady named Kathy in Salt Lake City who helped people who were having trouble leaving the church. I contacted her and shared with her my predicament. She asked me if I was willing to go to the media or to court over it. I firmly answered, You bet! Since I had already stated in writing in November and again in April that I [was] terminating my membership, I was legally no longer considered a member of the LDS Church. For the church to bring disciplinary action against me would constitute defamation of character. She instructed me to restate in writing that my church membership had been terminated in November and that I would not hesitate to go to the media or to court if necessary. She then advised me that she would call the church membership department and my stake president first thing in the morning.
The following afternoon I took the letter to the bishops house and was about to leave it on his doorstep when he opened the door and invited me in. He was on the phone with the stake president discussing the situation. Before I could hand him the letter, the bishop said, Sister, I was up most of the night praying about this, and the spirit told me I should not proceed with the court (as though Kathys calling the stake president and threatening a law suit had nothing to do with it. But maybe the spirit didnt know I would press charges when he told the Bishop to hold the church court in the first place). The bishop also said that they would process my request for name removal right away. A couple months later I received the official letter confirming that I was free!
Overcoming that hurdle was the first among many. I met a wonderful Christian woman (Marsha) who came to my home weekly for months to mentor me and help me make the transition to real life. I continued to grow as a Christian; getting involved in Bible study at my new church, listening to study tapes, and reading scripture voraciously at home. The Bible was so alive to me that I could hardly put it down! I loved church for the first time in years; Sunday became my favorite day of the week. As a Mormon, Monday was my favorite day of the week because then it would be six whole days before we had to go to church again. It is hard to describe, but there was a feeling of heaviness there and the people seemed devoid of joy. I just assumed it was because of some inner failing on my part, until I became Relief Society president and realized that many other women there felt the same. According to studies, Utah has the highest prescription rate for antidepressants in the nation (see archives for The Salt Lake Tribune on the Internet).
Christ taught that the truth shall make you free, and I never experienced that until I left Mormonism. Suddenly the world was brighter, life was fuller and more meaningful; there was a lift in my step and a smile on my face. Truly the Lord said, Take my yoke upon you, for my yoke is easy and my burden is light. Jesus paid it all! That leaves me free to worship, praise, and thank Him with all my soul! I wanted so much for my husband and children to have that same joy, that same peace. I felt so bad that I had taught my children to believe without question, to just have faith, and to follow the brethren. As taught in a general conference speech back in the 1940s, When your leaders speak, the thinking has been done. I had taught them that truth could be determined by a warm feeling, when the reality is that subjective feelings cannot be trusted. The way to measure truth is by the yardstick of Gods revealed Word, the Word that warns against those who would preach another gospel and another Christ other than what the Bible teaches.
Everyday my heart ached over my children still entangled in Mormonism. How I wanted them to see the truth and come to a saving knowledge of Jesus Christ! I tried talking to them, challenging them to read things, trying to make them see. The more I tried, the more they resisted. Finally I backed off and gave them up to God (now thats a novel idea!) I prayed like crazy that God would remove the scales of darkness from their spiritual eyes and I put their names on prayer lists at church and on the Internet. Everyday I would think of 2 Peter 3:9, which reads, The Lord is not slack concerning His promise, but is longsuffering toward us, not willing that any should perish. I knew that He would draw my children to Himself.
From the time my children were babies I had conditioned them to believe the Mormon gospel and subjected them to continual indoctrination by the church; therefore, I was constantly anxious over their salvation. Over time though, through the Lords leading, I came to realize that God could have led me out of the LDS Church years prior, but there was a reason He did not. First of all, Im sure I would not have had as many children and I cant imagine life without any one of them. Second, the salvation of my children is even more important to the Father than it is to me. Gods timing is perfect; He is never early, never late---but always on time. If I had never been a Mormon, how could I effectively minister to those coming out of Mormonism? Had I never known all the commandments and requirements of the Mormon gospel, I would never have appreciated Gods grace so much. There were things to be learned by everyone in my family.
So I waited on the Lord. He said, My sheep hear My voice, and I know them, and they follow Me (John 10:27). Eighteen months after leaving the church, I had the joyous blessing of seeing two of my teenage sons come to the Lord. A month after that my teenage daughter came to Him; and a month following her salvation, my pre-teen son rejected Mormonism and embraced Jesus. In October of 2002 my oldest son wrote a letter home to his wife saying, I found the real Jesus Christ; tell my mom she can rejoice! My husband decided to celebrate his 50th birthday by being baptized, along with 6 of our older children! That wonderful occasion took place in February of 2003. I know that God is faithful and will bring my remaining hold-out to Him when the time is right.
In the midst of all the wonderful things God was doing in our lives, my marriage continued to unravel. Even though Scott and I had both escaped Mormonism, our exodus did not leave us unscathed. We were still at odds in our religious convictions. Scott saw nothing wrong or spiritually dangerous about any of our kids wanting to attend LDS Church activities; for example, a couple of our teenage boys went to seminary only for the "cute girls." On the other hand, I recognized the importance of avoiding putting ourselves under the influence of the "doctrines of demons" warned of in the Bible. Being unequally yoked continued to put a strain on our relationship. Sadly, in September 2003, Scott and I divorced. There were also private issues involved which had nothing to do with religious beliefs---problems that had been plaguing us for years. The bottom line is that Scott and I failed each other. We both had faults and we both were selfish is many ways. I thank God for His mercy and grace, resting in the knowledge that "if we confess our sins, He is faithful and just to forgive us our sins, and to cleanse us from all unrighteousness" (1 John 1:9). A year later I met and remarried a wonderful man who, like King David, is a man after God's own heart.
As for The Other Woman, my archenemy, she has become one of my dearest friends. And we know that all things work together for good to those who love God, to those who are called according to His purpose. (Romans 8:28) God is not only a God of miracles, but He has a sense of humor!
To those of you who are questioning, have courage! There is life after Mormonism---the Abundant Life! Just because Mormonism isnt true, doesnt mean there is no truth to be found. That would be like getting food poisoning at certain restaurant and vowing to never eat out again anywhere. Just because some food was bad, doesn't mean all food is bad. Just because youve been deceived in the past, it doesnt mean you cannot find truth. Dont throw the baby out with the bath water! You can have a genuine relationship with God, a relationship that is based on real knowledge. In the eternal scheme of things, it is more important to be committed to the truth than to tradition. Dont be afraid of the truth, For God has not given us the spirit of fear; but of power, and of love, and of a sound mind (2 Timothy 1:7).
Although it is not easy to lose friends, your standing with your LDS peers, and the respect of your loved ones, the pain is but a small moment. It is soon swallowed up in the joy of a personal relationship with the Creator of heaven and earth. I know my standing before God. I know my salvation is secure in Him. And I give them eternal life, and they shall never perish; neither shall anyone snatch them out of My hand. My Father, who has given them to Me is greater than all; and no one is able to snatch them out of My Fathers hand. (John 10:28-29) Nothing in my experience as a Mormon compares to the incredible peace and joy I have now. Jesus lives! He wants a relationship with you, not a religion.
Coming to know God and receiving eternal life is simple, as simple as trusting the Lord completely for salvation and not relying on our own efforts. When the poisonous serpents began afflicting the Children of Israel to death in the wilderness, Moses raised a pole with a brazen serpent in the air. God instructed him that those who would just look would not die. Brass is the Levitical symbol for judgment and the serpent represented sin. It was a model (or type) of Jesus Christ, who became sin for us and was judged in our place. Many of the Israelites perished because they didnt believe they could be saved just by looking, believing, and trusting.
If you are not yet resting in Jesus, then look to the cross and live! In prayer lay your faith at the feet of Him who so loved the world that He gave His only begotten Son, confess your unworthiness---that you are a sinner---and ask Him for salvation. It is that simple. For if you confess with your mouth, Jesus is Lord, and believe in your heart that God raised him from the dead, you will be saved. For it is with your heart that you believe and are justified, and it is with your mouth that you confess and are saved. As the scripture says, Anyone who trusts in Him will never be put to shame. (Romans 10:9-11)
If you've been thinking about leaving the Mormon church, Tracy was steeped in the church -- and active in it for 26 years! She was able to do that with the Lord's help...you can, too!
According to EquippingChristians.com: "She held many positions over the years, including "Young Married's" Activities Leader, Primary Teacher, Nursery Assistant, Assistant Ward Librarian, Cub Scout Den Leader, Ward Music Chairman, Visiting Teaching Supervisor, Relief Society Teacher, and Relief Society President, among others. Tracy was a frequent vocalist or speak at special youth and adult firesides. She was serving as Relief Society President when she left the LDS Church in November of 2000. She now writes and does public speaking, sharing her experience and knowledge of Mormonism in Christian churches throughout the country."
Tracy tells of her spiritual journey as well as her family's. Her appearing on the Oprah Winfrey show while still a member of the Lds church...Both a copy of a letter from Oprah to her -- as well as a very brief asterisked update at the bottom of her testimony...can be found at: Tracy Testimony
It was interesting, especially the part on the use of symbols and their satanic origins. And the creepiness of Joeseph Smith's willingness to corrupt writings and lay down falsehoods. And the willingness of the church to poll certain members before so called 'visions' are related at large. Just ew.
She is a tremendous soul. I am SO GLAD her long and hard search for truth resulted in great peace and joy.
It is just so great that she has a relationship with Jesus and our loving Father. WOW! When the scales drop, a whole new world leaps out!
Ah a super secondary testimony about a primary ex-Mormon testimony. Great job summarizing it!
ALL: Both I and Republic HIGHLY, I Mean HIGHLY recommend you set aside the time this weekend to read thru this entire testimony...click on the links, etc.!
Also paraphrased as:
"And ye shall know the truth, and the truth shall really pi** you off."
Thats the part 'they' rarely tell you about.
You will get some hate for this but thanks for posting it. Great read and a great woman.
Yes...another great testimony about a superb ex-Mormon testimony...y'all gotta read this!!!
Thanx, Chesty Puller!
Now, THAT is a testimony !!!
I still want some magic skivies. My boxerbriefs will not get me to Heaven.
ALL: Do you agree with a number of us that this is a "testimony of testimonies?"
Read it...experience this woman's emotions and spiritual turmoil...become sensitive to what long-time Mormons go through...
LDS -- at least those who are grassroots-level LDS -- need our understanding, empathy, etc.
They need enough encounters from us, open-armed acceptance by us at the face-to-face level so they'll be open to reconsider what their leaders have falsely poured down their throats!
Remember: Lds are NOT our enemies! Love them!...and that includes loving them with the truth!
(Even if you use those purer-than-pure-white detergents some of those commercials tout?)
After all, haven't Mormon leaders like Spencer W. Kimball say we can all simply pull ourselves up by our spiritual bootstraps to become gods? [Wouldn't that include Lds male priests pulling themselves up by their spiritual jockstraps?]
We'll see if any of them can be saved by boxer/skivies/briefs' grace after all they can do to keep them pure white!!!
A very powerful testimony and thank you for posting it. I thank God every day for the gift of grace through his son Jesus Christ.
That was a great read! I love reading testimonies like this. If you find any more please share!!!
“*** NOTE: I do not equate Judaism with a cult. I also do not suggest that a Jew must leave Judaism to become a Christian! To the contrary, Jews who come to believe that Jesus is Messiah are called “Messianic Jews.” They do not give up their Jewishness.
Tragically, over the centuries, the Catholic Church and some Chistian groups insisted that Jews professing faith in Jesus as Messiah completely renounce their Jewish heritage.
Many Jews were forced to not only profess Christian faith, but give up all their traditions and even their very identity as Jews, much to the shame of Christians. Those who say God’s promises to Israel are no longer effacacious because the Church has replaced Israel are in essence calling God a liar. God’s promises to Israel will all be fulfilled, praise His holy name!”
Which church did she end up in? A Catholic bashing one? Because I have never heard of the Catholic church asking Jews to give up their identity. Since we recognize that Jesus and all the apostles were Jews.
Good MORMON info!
The DEMONs hiss when they are exposed!
You do NOT pull on your OWN bootstraps, but on the guy NEXT to you.
He then pulls on YOURS!
Joseph Smith, an UNordained Mormon priest
"ordained" Oliver Cowdery...
and then Smith had Cowdery ordain Smith as a priest!
If Smith was unordained, how could an unordained Mormon priest "ordain" others...?
Let's leave this rabbithole for another time; another thread.
Dude, I haven’t seen you on here for at least 17 full moons, where you been??
If you peruse the Free Republic religion forums you will notice a pattern. There's an anti-Mormon group of people here that spends a great deal of their time attacking the Church of Jesus Christ of Latter-Day Saints. They post regurgitated propaganda on an almost daily basis.
They have a misguided obsession. You can witness many different tactics employed that you might find quite interesting. The straw man argument is a big favorite and is frequently preceded by cherry-picking quotes or other material. After the "quotation" the attacker will misrepresent what has been said or what was meant and then attack their own interpretation.Later they will have the audacity to claim they were "only" quoting our own material.
They will of course insist ad nauseum that they are merely using our sources and are therefore innocent of any deceptive practice. LDS persons have no issue whatsoever having our scriptures or leaders quoted as long as it is presented fairly and accurately. This is rarely (if ever) done.
Another favorite is posting scripture or statements which on their own really present no dilemma. They make something out of nothing while never bringing up a single objection that hasn't been addressed a hundred times before.
You might note a couple of other tactics used to try to antagonize is the use of disrespectful or insulting terms or language and/or pictures. That's a Christlike thing to do right? Yeah I don't think so either. It does speak volumes about them though.
Some of them claim being some sort of special witness to you as being supposedly former Mormons. So someone who is an ex-member of any organization would never have an axe to grind or have reason to try to justify their actions by any means? Perhaps not but perhaps so. The LDS Church gains members from other denominations as well as others faiths all the time. This doesn't make them an expert on anything and you certainly won't hear them attacking their former Church.
Frequently they cruise the headlines of the day seeking any story that might be twisted into making the Church look bad. Anything will do, just watch the progression of posts following it and see what I mean.
After reading their posts, I invite you to seek the truth about whatever "issue" they seem to be "revealing" or "exposing". I promise that if you do so with honest intent, the "ahah" moments you will have will be many and frequent. You will start to recognize the tactics employed to cleverly twist and attack and will likely chuckle the more you see. In actuality, there's nothing new here. It's all been addressed many times before.
The latest twist in the anti-Mormon propaganda machine is to actually go to the links provided, but then they cherry pick what they want, quote and straw man attack that. Almost without fail you will see examples of this following this post.
Clever. It almost appears that they are helping you out by doing some footwork for you. Not so much. Don't be insulted, look for yourself. It's not the haystack they want you to think. So again, seek the truth. They aren't providing it. Use your God-given brain and discernment.
Here's a few links to get your started from a different viewpoint. I have found that the vast majority of the "issues" brought up can be found and addressed at http://www.fairlds.org/ but here's more:
Now you will likely notice the "you never address or answer our points" posts pop up as usual. All after providing the answers just as you have here.
Sometimes it is claimed that these sites present a needle in a haystack. Far from it. But if you give up before you try you won't know will you? They often state that these sites provide no answer. They just don't want you looking. It is as simple as that.
Will you wear blinders too? Seek truth. Find out for yourself. Want to chat with someone on any topic? A few of these sites provide just that. So do your homework sincere seeker of truth. Listen and read from both "sides". Make up your own mind.
I witness to you of these truths and wish you the best, in the name of our Lord and Savior Jesus Christ. Amen.
You tell people to read both sides, but I noticed you only posted links to mormon sites. You tell them to do your homework and make up your own mind.
Here are some objective links to the other side. Many mormons who are leaving the church have found great insight and been exposed to things the official links dont cover.
PD, before you complain about any posts critical of mormonism, I suggest you check these links first. They answer all your concerns. ALL.
If you check them out carefully, and sincerely, I promise you will have many Ah-Ha moments! I promise. Take your blinders off. Seek truth. Do your homework sincere seeker of truth. Listen and read from both “sides” - not just the one-sided materials put out by mormonism.
I'm around, watching you fight the good fight. The war has taken it's toll and I spend too much time at the VA or my private Drs. Keep at it Jarhead....don't let your big azz wuss out.
So much of her story really hits home with those of us who are former mormons, and especially the bewilderment at the shunning once your so-called friends discover you are leaving.
It left me feeling a little sad for the many I once called friends who are still trapped in the fallacies of mormonism, but coincidentally there was a part of her story that echoed something I had worked on earlier today...This quote: "I brought up the Adam-God doctrine, to which he replied that President Young had only speculated on it publicly a few times. After researching further, I learned that Young taught it as a revelation for over twenty-five years, stating that all who did not accept the doctrine that Adam is our god would be condemned (Journal of Discourses, Vol. I, page 50-51)"!
I had discovered this statement by John A. Widstoe that I hadn't run across before and it struck a chord with me with the total incongruousness of the thought, and led me to recall the location of the Garden of Eden according to mormonism.
I had to laugh that something like this would be taken so seriously by millions, and reflect upon so much of mormon doctrine that, as seen in Tracy's story, is humorous.
Be sure to toot (click) the angel's trumpet.
"I brought up the Adam-God doctrine, to which he replied that President Young had only speculated on it publicly a few times. After researching further, I learned that Young taught it as a revelation for over twenty-five years, stating that all who did not accept the doctrine that Adam is our god would be condemned (Journal of Discourses, Vol. I, page 50-51)"!
Oh and some more:
It is because the Lord called Joseph Smith that salvation is again available to mortal men....If it had not been for Joseph Smith and the restoration, there would be no salvation, ( Mormon Doctrine, p. 396, 670)
Great testimony of how God worked to open the eyes of a Mormon to the real Jesus Christ! And if you are a Mormon reading this, God can do the same for you!
Beautiful and wonderfully written.
The purpose of this section is not to prove that the claims of the Church are true.
Him that overcometh will I make a pillar in the temple of my God, and he shall go no more out: and I will write upon him the name of my God, and the name of the city of my God, which is new Jerusalem, which cometh down out of heaven from my God: and I will write upon him my new name. Revelation 3:12
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I’m not part of the Free Republic Forum, but have seen links to my testimony here when doing a Google search on my name. I signed up just to see what was being said about me :-)
For anyone interested in reading more about my journey out of Mormonism, my story is now a published book; “Mormonism, the Matrix, and Me.”
Synopsis: “Tracy Tennant’s compelling and inspirational account of raising and homeschooling ten children as a devout Mormon mother. Her story provides insight into Mormon lifestyle, practices, and beliefs. Her life as a Latter-day Saint was rich with humor and drama, as well as the mundane aspects of trying to live worthily as a temple-attending woman preparing her family for life in the future Celestial Kingdom. After discovering solid historical evidence against Joseph Smith and the teachings of the Mormon Church, Tracy faced heartbreaking rejection from many of her former Mormon friends and loved ones. While her account details her journey out of Mormonism into Biblical-based faith, she acknowledges and credits the Mormon people who made a positive impact on her life. Mormonism, The Matrix & Me is a book that is an intense walk through Tracy’s life as she enters and exits a world known as Mormonism, while eloquently comparing her story to the blockbuster movie, ‘The Matrix.’ Her story will cause many to open their eyes to the world around them.”
To Colofornian, whoever you are; thank you for your kind words and encouragement!