Date: January 11, 2017 06:47PM
I, too, sought the counsel of the esteemed George Pace, when I was in a dilemma, trying to decide which proposal of marriage to accept. I loved both men, but I loved one more. The man I loved the most was questioning the church, and had refused to go on a mission, choosing a university scholarship, instead. He decided along the way that he didn't want children. The other man I had met at BYU, and he was secure in his job, and wanted children right away. He, also, had avoided a mission, in order to establish a career.
George Pace told me he was "impressed" by the Lord to tell me I should marry neither one. He said that it was impossible to love two men at once, so I didn't love either one. Bla-bla. He had a way about him, to make one think that every word that came out of his mouth was from God. He made me feel that his advice was personal, and unique to me.
The bottom line was, the same garbage that I had been taught since Primary:
"You must marry a returned missionary."
"You must get married in the temple."
Pace said something like, "I'm impressed that Bill_______ and you have a very deep connection--maybe from the pre-existence. Don't get engaged. Give Bill a chance."
Bill had been pursuing me quite aggressively, and that was what Pace saw. Bill was a RM, the right age, was handsome and charismatic, and very religious. He had all the right credentials. George Pace was our university institute director, and he had been advising all the young single people to adhere to "The List."
Like an idiot, I turned down both of those lovely young men, and got engaged to Bill____, whom I barely knew, and we were married in the temple a few months later. I didn't meet his parents and siblings until after we were married, because his father was a mission president in a far-away country. As soon as I met Bill's sister, she told me that Bill was mean, and that he had beaten her so often and so badly, that she had to be removed from their home. (Bill was needed for physical labor in the family business.) After a year of terrible beatings, I escaped, and divorced him. I was almost choked to death. I have permanent injuries and PTSD.
Beware of men who claim to speak for God. Beware of a cult that claims to be ruled by prophets of God.
Follow your heart!!!
(Sorry, that name, George Pace, was a trigger for another PTSD rant!)