The last calling I had was the Missionary Bulletin Board. I had to make sure the missionary plaques were made and hung and do a background inside the case. I'd just had my 4th baby and was overwhelmed with my previous calling, and my own life- so I asked for something easier. That's what I got.

What was the last calling you had, or still have (if you want to go there)...

I don't recall the exact title, but my job was an emergency coordinator.

In the event of an emergency I was supposed to rally the troops and make sure everyone in the ward was taken care of and accounted for. I started laughing when they asked me to do this.

I was recovering from breast cancer. I had chronic fatigue and other issues that make it difficult to take care of myself on a day to day basis.

They knew this when they asked me. I was told that God would provide the way. Ok, i'll take it if you really think God will pick up the slack, just don't expect me to do anything.

That was the last I heard of that calling. For all I know i'm still the one in charge.

I told them that I thought a better job for me would be bell ringer. They told me I had to have a penis to have that job. LOL.

"Emergency Preparedness Specialist"

I know because it was my last one too.

Since the return from my mission I had been attending the Singles Ward. My jobs there (all simultaneously) were Executive Secretary, Pianist, Home Teacher, Ward Magazine Rep.

I got burned out pretty bad after 7 years so I started attending the ward that I was living in the boundaries of.

I went every other week. The bishop asked if he could give me a calling and I said "yeah, nope. I've been doing that constantly for years, can't I just show up and worship?" He said yes. 6 months later he tried again and I told him "you come up with a calling that will not take up a bunch of time that won't require me to be here every week and I'll think about it"

Ward Emergency Preparedness Specialist. He told me it was one stake meeting per month, then return and report to the ward.

I said ok and missed my first meeting. I never set foot in the mormon church as a believing mormon ever again.

Mine was primary teacher. Since I am a teacher in real life and don't play one on TV, it was like working 6 days a week.

EQP, Lakeview Ward, late 1968 to August of 1970. Me, a Mexican, RM, newly married, attending the Y, moved into an all White ward of families who'd lived in that area for generations, and became an answer to the bishop's prayers, so maybe there is a ghawd?

All the other available males were in different cliques and the bishop's problem was finding someone who didn't have enemies who would vote 'opposed'.

If you knew me, you'd know how ridiculous the notion of a young me being a 'leader' was. I was a terrible EQP and probably served to unify the ward in a way no one else could have. It's always nice to be universally disliked and disrespected. ...gave me goosebumps!!!

After I graduated we were in five wards in three years and I was never another answer to a bishop's prayers before I finally stopped pretending. Our last ward was the Hollywood 2nd, but I have no memories of attending, except that I have a distinct memory of going out to the parking lot with all the other elders after priesthood to inspect a Rolls Royce that a member had won on a TV quiz show. It wasn't new, but it was a Rolls Royce and it ran. When you get old, the old RAM gets rusty and hit or miss.

Oh, this is a story I like to tell! I was 14 or 15 - early 70's. My mom was always involved with the music - the organist or the song leader or in the choir. I had recently quit taking piano lessons from the stake president's wife. She and my mom (a former bishop's wife) were very upset with me. Low and behold - the bishop called me in to tell me that I had been called, along with one other girl my age, to learn to become an organist! My calling was to take organ lessons from the stake president's wife! God really wanted me to play the organ! Trouble was, I hated playing the organ. I was a tiny girl with tiny hands and feet. My feet could barely reach the floor pedals! I struggled and cried and was completely embarrassed by my lack of organ talent for an entire summer, until I came up with an idea. I did not practice anything for an entire week. Then I played only the melody with right hand as quietly as possible using a violin setting - during Sunday School - for the opening hymn. As I finished, I looked up to find the glaring stake president's wife and she said, "Go sit down." And I was done forever!

Ha! You sure taught them a lesson! Jerks. I hope you had the look of humble innocence on your face when the SP's wife glared at you.

The last calling I had was YW president and I left a year after that while at BYU. Couldn't get away with that these days, I hear.

After we got married, my wife and I started attending the local family ward. Like most newlyweds with no kids they assigned us to teach primary. I guess that was to inspire us to have kids. We taught different primary classes for nearly three years. Then I was called as second counselor in the elders quorum. I didn't do a lot with that job, I was already mentally checked out of the church by then. I did that for a few months, then we moved out of the ward and have been inactive since. I guess if I had stayed in the church I would probably be elders quorum pres. or in the bishopric by now. But that sounds like a nightmare. I love having my Sundays to be with my family.

R.S. teacher

Stake Sunday School President

Ward Clerk.

They left me in that position too long after I told them I no longer believed. I had access to ward members endowment dates and seriously thought about calling people by their temple names to freak them out.

That would have been hilarious!

Stake High Council

A 6 month gig as a HT in 1979 that I took on as a favor. Wrong decision. Turned out my HP companion wanted to use it to re-activate me and convert my Catholic wife.

Ron Burr

Primary Secretary. I loved the little kids and the people I worked with, plus it was an easy calling.

I was the ward finance clerk from about 1995 until our divorce was final and I moved out in 1997. I had a number of guys who worked with me, but I do have to say that none of them put as many hours in as I did.

I liked it because since my marriage was ending after 20+ years, I could go to the church at the end of sacrament meeting and start counting money and take the rest of the 2 hours to finish it.

I was also the assistant Young Women's president. My wife was a great one and I helped with a lot of the work she did and errands that needed running. It wasn't an official calling :)

Family History Consultant. Finally quit after ward members pestered me to do their genealogy for them. Turned down every calling I got for two more years. I was a "believer", but always hated going to church. In January 2013, I started studying church history and found out, to my utter joy, that it wasn't true.

My last calling was Primary President. It lasted for about a year until I was summarily released for letting it slip to the older primary kids that Santa may not be real. My own counselors "turned me in" to the bishopric. In my defense, I asked if I said anything that was false, or a lie. I was told that if the kids know that Santa isn't real they may think that Jesus Christ isn't real too. Hmmmm....

We moved around a lot and I held many "callings" including positions in various RS and YW presidencies, as well as stake positions.

I was once threatened to be condemned before the judgment seat of Christ by the stake president for me asking to be released from the stake public relations position. I had four very young children at the time, one who had just had open heart surgery. The expectations of the position were unrealistic and incredibly time consuming. I told the SOB SP that I would be happy to meet him before the judgment seat, if and when that time came, but informed him that I was leaving the position whether he formally released me or not - I then turned and walked out.

The one position I actually enjoyed was as the gospel doctrine teacher - which I taught in every ward I've been in - it used to be interesting to teach before correlation was implemented. After correlation was implemented, teaching became strictly a propaganda exercise. I was released from GD teaching a couple of times for going off script and quoting early TSCC leaders, basically doctrines that tscc wanted to deny, as they tried to become more mainstream Christians. One such time was when the instruction manual portrayed Brigham Young as a monogamist who remarried after his wife died. The class ended up being a long discussion on polygamy and polyandry. I was released that very day! :P lol

Another summary release was over the doctrine of the natural man in which I quoted several early Mormon leaders, however, their interpretation of that scripture conflicted with the current view. The stuff I presented was direct use of material I had from an institute class at the University of Utah. A new convert didn't like what I had said because he had read something different in Daniel Ludlow's, 'A Companion to Your Study of the Book of Mormon' which was popular at the time. He complained to the bishop that I was teaching false doctrine. I was immediately released.

Another fun confrontation was when I had just completed a lesson on the Aaronic Priesthood, but because I had used quotes from early tssc leaders as presented by Bruce R. This jackass challenged me after class. He was a young guy, he and his wife were recently married, and they were visiting Hawaii from the mainland. He started out by stating that they were in so and so's (fill in the name of some lower General Authority) ward so as to establish that he was the authority.

This guy scoffed at the idea that I quoted McConkie directly quoting Joseph Smith, Brigham Young, and Parley Pratt amongst others. He came right out and stated that, because I was a woman, I could not possibly know anything about the Aaronic Priesthood, even though I had just given a well researched lesson (and not just from the Mormon point of view) on the subject, which I pointed out to him. The poor wife of this jackass was cowering off to the side. The comments from him got aggressive and heated because I dared to not accept his authority. My husband ended up intervening and showed the jerk out of the building.

Awww....good times! I kinda miss those days!

Assistant choral director. I was supposed to stand there and waive my arms around, but I just couldn't do it. I never did it once. It was right before I left for good.

I was the Sunday School teacher for a group of ten year old boys.

Facilities Coordinator." I went at night to make sure the church was locked.

First councilor in high priest group.

EQ secretary.

Sacrament music conductor for five years straight.

I think it was teaching S.S. to the 12 year olds...I loved the kids, but ended up resigning because I was teaching Crap out of the manual

I did try to " reinvent the wheel" and found some ways to teach them fun things and talk to them about school and stuff during class time.

And then every month I would bring in cake and ice cream and we would celebrate the birthdays in that month. We would do that instead of class time.

If I had a large van, I would have taken them to IN and Out Burgers ...but didn't:(

Gospel Doctrine teacher. Had just transitioned into the EQ presidency when the president called me to ask if I could cover a lesson for him. The thought of teaching one more correlated lesson was more than I could stand. Respectfully declined and then resigned in one swoop. I felt bad for him, though. Got more than he bargained for!

Presiding Elder.

I was in an out of the way branch in Brazil. They had no one else with appropriate authority to lead them. I was asked to fill in until missionaries could be sent. (It was common in the 80s for missionaries to be branch presidents)

I was never set aside or called as a branch president hence the title above.

In my three week tenure I ordained three teens Elders before they went in the military. Spent all the fast offering money on people needing food and help. Told an eldery lady she didn't need to pay tithing on her pension and paid the cleaning lady two months in advance.

The District president was unhappy :)

I was teaching early morning seminary. My bishop got called as the SP. he told me he was going call me as true new bishop....I told him I was moving.

Sunday School President

A lame and useless calling with the Boy Scout troop committee. It is like I wasn't there for the boys, I was there for the adults that were there for the boys, only there wasn't really anything useful I could do to help them.

I turned down my last calling. The bishop noticed that I was napping in the foyer an awful lot and decided that he needed to busy me up a bit, so he asked if I would teach gospel essentials. I told him that I didn't want a calling that forced me to come to church every week. The next week I thought to myself, why do I even go? And I haven't been back since.

branch mission leader

I had three going at the same time - single adult sunday school teacher, relief society spiritual living teacher and single adult stake rep (or something like that). Nightmare. At least they finally stopped putting me in primary. BTW - my RS calling is what put the nail in the coffin. Had to teach a lesson called solving emotional problems the Lord's way. the lesson said counseling fostered dependency and was to be avoided. I couldn't teach that to the desperate housewives so I made up a lesson. As I recall, it involved an investigation of the Chakras. Didn't go so well.

Young Men's Presidency.

I told my Bishop (who was new and inexperienced) that I didn't believe in the church anymore before he gave me my calling.

Whenever I had to give a lesson, I tried to do it in a manner that would not make me feel like a hypocrite. I did taught the boys universal/humanist values that did not conflict with my own views.

My last calling was Membership Clerk in a singles branch.

I left that branch when I moved out of my parents' house, and I was leaving the church at the same time. So my last official act was to send my own records away from the branch to "address unknown".

I think it took over five years before they found me again.