When reading the prophecy about Joseph Smith himself bringing forth the record within the BoM and it briefly occurs to you that seems like a narcissistic thing someone might do to try to "prove" they're a magical person who translated an ancient book. And you shut down the entire thought with a hurried, "sounds like Satan trying to pull me away from the truth!"
On the airplane to my mission, an older Bostonian gentleman started a conversation. About two drinks in, his questions grew sharper.
At some point I said that God would kill off a prophet rather than allow him to lead the church astray. The elderly man (probably in his 50s but that seemed old from my perspective) shook his head and said, "you have a lot to learn."
I smiled, thinking to myself that the man was clueless. The other missionaries, sharing my self-assurance, smiled too.
I bet you were felt up a time or too as well...you know, the garmie check. I never experienced that because I didn't go through the temple of doom, but I can clearly look back and remember seeing the bishop always touching people's shoulders and now I know why. Cringe.
I was taught family was all about the love we shared forever.
My daughter is stressing and it is because of me. She wants me to make the call whether she invites anyone in my family to her temple marriage later this year. I can't go to it myself. My little family has next to nothing to do with my mother and siblings.
I don't know what to do. But family is all about the love we share forever.
but I made sure I got there when I thought the ceremony would be over and I was about 100% right on the time. My older sister and her husband are the only two from my family and my mom's sister and her husband. I don't consider her husband my family--my aunt's husband.
My ex's sister was totally clueless. She came up to me and told me how beautiful it was. Lots of members of this ward were invited to the temple ceremony. That was interesting. My daughter's favorite mormon mother was on a mission with her husband at the time, so at least I didn't have to deal with her being there. - I did fine until my aunt sent me that e-mail I posted back 4+ years ago a few days later giving me a play by play.
I wouldn't open any e-mails from mormon family after the temple wedding. I assume your daughter is not getting married outside first? They changed it just after my daughter got married and when I asked her what she would have done it she could have gotten married civilly first and I knew before she told me. I did it. I got married in the temple. Stupid me. I did a lot of stupid things when I got married now didn't I? I'm chuckling.
My daughter thankfully didn't ask for extended family members except her dad's two clueless sisters. I like his BILs! They like me. They aren't stupid like his sisters are.
It was easier than I thought in many ways and more difficult in other ways more because it was where I got married. NOW that was bizarre.
I just remembered what bothered me that day and other times. Many people in this ward/neighborhood tell me what a wonderful daughter I have and I always think, "I wonder who raised her???" There is not one person who was at the wedding for my daughter who should have been there except my sister and her husband. My kids are very close to my family, especially this sister and her kids. I really like her husband's family, so I have no issues with his side.
When I think back to my wedding, there really wasn't anyone there I wanted there except my parents and this same sister and her husband (the rest are all heathens--it took me a while to follow in their footsteps). I was too messed up to know who to invite. I paused at the alter and my future husband said you can't back out now.
Most people that I know are disappointed in the wedding. My dad really was!!! He just said it was BIZARRE and that they were in there all day!!!!
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I dunno. I said influenced. In have an Evangelical friend who won't wear shorts or short sleeves because of his religion (Pentecostal if you need a specific one) and has mentioned how for him exposing flesh is like walking around in your underwear.
For my birthday when I was a child, my grandmother would send me a birthday card with a five dollar bill enclosed. The card was usually intercepted by my mother who would replace the five dollar bill with four one dollar bills and a dollar in change so that I could pay tithing on the gift.
My family didn't get a game console until I was sixteen because Mom thought video games were a tool of Satan to turn kids gay.
And when I was a deacon, I got chewed out for stopping to get food at a friend's house just before collecting tithing envelopes. The tithing envelopes still went out that Sunday and came back, what's the point of berating twelve-year-olds for grabbing a couple pieces of bread beforehand? Besides training them to be God's loan sharks?
ETA: in addition to grabbing bread in that incident, we also went home to grab umbrellas, since it was raining. I didn't think soaked checks were cashable.
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I grew up believing these were the ‘Latter Days’ so much so we called ourselves,”Latter Day Saints” as if we were ‘saints’ and the apocalypse was any day now, which we gladly welcomed with open arms, because we were safe, because we paid our ‘fire insurance’ aka ‘tithing’! And everybody else was not going to survive the Earth being turned into a sun again.
I always got the pause and stare from leadership during my final years of off and on attendance.
They would call me Brother and I would look at them and say, "you don't look like my brother". Then I would ask which one from which city. Which would then cause the stare.
I would then finish with, "You're not my brother, your an acquaintance, please call me by the name given me by my actual mother." It took a couple of years, but nobody refers to me as "Brother", not even my actual brothers.
We were on our first vacation after I was mentally out but two months before I had resigned. I needed some new undies (hadn't packed enough) and they don't sell them at the ABC tourist stores in Waikiki. I finally broke down and asked a passerby about nearby clothing stores. It sounded like she said "Meshies." She was telling me Macy's. LOL!
Me too! When I finally threw out my garments, years after I had stopped wearing them, I followed the LDS guidelines and cut up the stitched in masonic symbols into little pieces and then discarded the garments. The Mormon fear mongering runs deep.
When inquiring of my ZL companion about oral sex, he tells me that oral is mocking god lmao. Even better, i tell the other two Elders in my district and one of them imitates the ZL in bed when his wife starts going down on him, he screams “wha! what are u doing!”. LOL!!!!!