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Date: November 07, 2014 12:11PM
One of the many reason, albeit a significant one, that caused me to decide to marry my ex was that there were coincidences that we felt were a sign from God.
We both had a crazy single Aunt named Dorothy. Our ancestors came from the same area in Europe and we had the same last name. We are from the same family 12 generations apart. This to me was a sign from heaven, which when coupled with hormones and the fact that my mission president told me to fins a nice girl ASAP and marry her, made me pick her as my eternal mate. I would have never married her otherwise.
I mention this because I continue to support the assertion that Mormonism is a hindrance on one’s ability to make good, rational decisions when it comes to life’s most important choices. And therefore it is a hindrance in living a full life.
I remember growing up in Europe, so many of the of the wealthy, beautiful young girls married well beneath them because that was the only LDS bachelor available and he was asking for marriage, which we were taught girls were not to turn down the chance of a temple wedding because that was the most important thing. So many of these couple’s that I have kept in contact with are unhappy or divorced, because the women married unsuccessful, socially awkward men that if it weren’t for the fact that these men were LDS, they would won’t even talk to them, let alone marry them.
Last night I flew back from L.A next to semi-retired judge. He is very LDS. He told me some stories of important cases he saw in his career. I was appalled at how this man was given the power to decide on so many important things, like sending someone to prison or not, finding someone guilty or not of a serious crime, while being influenced by his religion. He mentioned one case in which he was sure the guy was guilty because he was a “chain smoker going up against a former bishop”.
So many decisions made with bad information. I passed up great job that worked Sundays. I kept my former in-laws outside of the wedding of their only daughter. When I struggled financially early on in my marriage, I paid extra tithing. I passed up buying a property in Phoenix that eventually sold to the people that build the football stadium complex because it mean I could not pay tithing, I convinced myself that it was Stan tempting me with the things of this world, the guy who bought it made millions.
So many tears. People throwing out their gay kids. Gay men marrying straight women and ruining their lives, that my best friend’s dad’s life story. Accepting racism as God-given, only to later accept he never said anything about it. I was told not to date white girls by my seminary teacher, God did not want me to, because my brown skin meant I carried a curse.
So many dead bodies. Strewn across the plains, so that BY could get take their money and buy himself a locomotive to get his liquor and tobacco faster.
So many mind hoops. So many lies. So many apologies and forward-looking statements. It will all make sense later, it will all be rewarded, we are not supposed to understand. So many hours wasted trying to put our entire being into something that at the end, does not add up.
So many hypocritical doctrines. The members will get riches, kingdoms and blessings for us and our families in the next life, while the leaders get them now. We pay tithing and they don’t, while they live off ours. If we can’t make ends meet just have faith, but they invest their billions first because they need to survive and live well first before they help others.
None of it was true. None of it was a blessing. None of the decisions were inspired. None of the information was analyzed. None of the promises came true. None of the prophesies were accurate. None of the prophets were prophets. None of the doctrines were doctrines.
But when I talk to any Mormon they act like it’s all facts, like I am the delusional one. Like living believe that 2+2=7 is just a matter of faith and that if you believe it hard enough, it will come true.
I lived with bad math for song and now that we go back with the correct formula we realize what a horrible thing it is to be a Mormon.
I am glad if 2+2=7 makes them feel like they are special and they are getting more out of life, but for me it has to be real, it has to add up.