Date: May 28, 2011 11:59PM
It was on a saturday about six years ago. We had a priesthood project reroofing a house. We had a good time laughing, joking and working. There was about twelve of us. We had been friends for several years. It took us about four hours to get the job done. After we finished I asked for attention and after everyone quieted down I simply said, "Brethern, I have decided to leave the church. I do not believe it is true and I do not believe J.Smith was a prophet. No one said a word. They just packed up their tools and left. One person was assigned my H/T and I've seen him maybe five times in six years. The rest of my former friends I never see. The church doesn't bother me and I don't bother them. I miss my friends but I realize that if I went to church to see them it wouldn't be long before they would be sending the mishes to see me.
When I told my son I was leaving he smiled and said that he had never belived all the bullshit. I was so proud of him and I am so happy that he has the ability to see things that it took me years to learn.
My son earned his eagle scout from the troop in the church, but he earned it honestly. No short cuts and no mercy. I was a boy scout in the childrens home where I grew up and we had to work for and earn everything we got. I made sure my son was worthy of his rank before he got it.
Today we had an orphan picnic at the childrens home and no one asked if I was going to church or if I was a full tithe payer, if I had a temple recommend or any other question about religion. What a great relief it was to be back home again.