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Date: February 01, 2011 10:56AM
Nobody really did anything to offend us until we went inactive.
Well, not intentionally anyway. The gospel was too important to let simple human buffoonery stand in its way, and to be honest, I've probably offended way more people than have offended me. In fact, I know someone who blames me for their inactivity.
When we were new to the church we were treated like royalty- a whole family coming to the church with baptisms all around.
Sure there are those who can't help but rub you the wrong way, but then there is the actual institution, and while I didn't dare admit I was offended, I was. Because at a time when our family was having serious difficulties on two seperate fronts, the church abandoned us.
The first thing they did was make me a counselor in the Bishopric which took me away from home where I was needed most. Although the Bishop released my wife from her teaching because he said, I would be very busy and this would free up time for her to support me. Dude are you even awake?!?
The second thing was that when these difficulties arose and we told out HomeTeacher about it, he never contacted us again.
In fact, except for the Relief Society nobody even seemed to care. Nobody let me skip doing the tithing so I could be at the hospital with the family, but instead skipped out early leaving me to stay late so they could do their thing. When my MIL was in the hospital, nobody except the RS visited her. And when I was in the depths of despair, over her condition and my son in and out of jail, nobody in the Priesthood ever put their arm around my shoulder.
BUT you can bet your bottom dollar that as a member of the Bishopric, every one of those who neglected us and ignored our difficulties were always standing in line waiting to get a favor.
Somebody told me that it was my calling that helped us get though those terrible days, but really it was a burden on all of us, and it was only our personal strength and faith in what we thought was the gospel that kept us going. It was only us and God and us. The church was only there as an added burden.
And when we started our process of leaving the church a few years later, those who used to smile and shake our hands would purposefully look away, or put their hands in their pockets.
In all, once the newness of our convert family wore off, and once we were the ones with the trials, we were left completely alone.
The truth about friendship in the church is that there are two kinds:
Assigned friends and fairweather friends.