Posted by:
NormaRae
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Date: November 28, 2016 07:35PM
Oh, that is SO horrible and brings back so many bad memories.
Yet, it was probably this exact kind of thing that really made me start seeing the tithing scam for what it is. After I separated from my eternal asshole, I wanted to really do the right thing and throw myself into the church full force. Thought that was what I needed to do for my kids. I went to church regularly and accepted callings but I knew it would take awhile to get to where I could pay tithing.
But I had a real tough period between filing for divorce and getting a maintenance agreement in place. Hubby was trying to smoke me out and barely gave me enough to subsist on. I honestly was in a place where I would have had to pay tithing at the expense of utilities or feeding my kids. I didn't even consider it. I was desperately looking for a better job.
It got so bad I couldn't buy gas and I called my father and asked if he could help me. What did he say? "Are you paying your tithing?" I almost thought he was joking. I said, "Dad, I can't feed my kids." He said, "Well, I won't help someone who won't help themself." It really changed my whole world and was the turning point where I never again had any respect for my father. Not helping myself???? That was such a punch in the gut. He told me to pay tithing and he'd help me out. Funny how he never ever called back to see if I did, how it worked out, or anything.
So I decided to go to the bishop. In all the hard times we'd had in our marriage and that I'd had on my own, I'd never done that. I was in the YW presidency, my kids were very active, but he looked at the tithing records and said, "I see you haven't been paying tithing." I said that I was working hard to get into a position where I could and that involved getting a new job and I'd had some promising interviews, yada yada yada. He said, "I will make you a promise. If you pay your tithing, the Lord will come through. You will find a good job and you will be surprised how much of an increase it will be." And he said it all authoritative-like, as if he was receiving some kind of revelation or something. Then he said, "You pay your tithing and if you haven't gotten a job in a month, come back and I will help you." So he obviously was talking out of his butt cause he didn't know anymore than I did.
I wanted to spit in his face and say, "we'll be dead in a month." So I went home and realized I had just enough in my bank account to pay what would have been 10% on the last check (decided I'd start with net pay). I wrote out the check and put it in the envelope to drop in the mail. I figured God would know he could bless me as soon as I mailed it. But I just couldn't quite do it. I was so afraid of what I would do for 2 weeks if nothing came through. But I kept telling myself, "My father, who's my patriarchal leader and my bishop, who's my authority both promised me I'd be blessed. They told me to put God to the test. I have to test him and let him show me." But alas, I couldn't. I needed gas, I needed bread and milk, I ripped it up, threw it in the trash, got in the car and drove to the store sobbing, wishing I could hide from God, hating myself for having no faith.
First thing the next day, the phone rang and the job I'd interviewed for that I hoped so badly I'd get was offered to me. It was a substantial raise for me. Also a few days later, money came through from hubby cause one of my daughters had told him off. I started shaking realizing that it didn't matter whether I'd paid the tithing, I got the job because I was the most qualified person. Kinda like the Grinch when he realized that Christmas came anyway. And then I realized that I was so stinkin close to dropping that check in the mail. If I had dropped it in the mailbox and the next day got offered that job, I would have been sucked in FOR LIFE! I never would have been able to convince myself that it was coincidence, or that it would have happened anyway. I'd still to this day have been cleaning god's toilets on Saturdays and giving him his cut of my heard-earned money.
So I still am glad that I learned that lesson. I never paid another cent of tithing the rest of my life. I did go to the bishop when my daughter got engaged and asked if I started paying tithing regularly if I'd be able to see her get married. He said I'd have to pay back tithing to the beginning of the year and I was like, "not that important, at least I know what I'm not missing." And even though it took me another 5 years to figure everything else out about the fraud, it was a pretty easy slope from there to social mormon to mormon-free.