Posted by:
lmayk
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Date: November 20, 2010 04:20AM
OK, so this will be kind of a long story.
I got baptized four years ago, after only three weeks of being taught by the missionaries. I was eighteen, and it was an extremely hard time in my life, so I felt that joining the LDS Church would be a great blessing in my life. I always had doubts about the church, and it was almost impossible for me to believe in many of Joseph Smith's "prophecies", but I really liked the Church and the changes it brought to my life. I stayed strong for a whole year and a half thinking that I would receive a testimony in the mission field.
So I went on my mission. Against my parents's will, but I did. I thought those would be the best two years of my life. But they were, by far, the worst. I had to serve in an extremely poor area of Brazil, having to walk under the hell of 120 degrees every day. If I would stop for ten minutes to take a brake, I would feel guilty, and I would have to report this to my mission president. I thought I would change people's lives, but I soon realized that I was only manipulating them, and that all it mattered in my mission were numbers. "To zero" was even a verb in my mission's vocabulary, meaning that you didn't baptize anyone in a certain weekend. I saw missionaries, those who I thought were "saints", sell their souls to the devil only so their names would appear in a weekly newsletter distributed by my mission president which contained the names of all the "baptizing missionaries". The first thing I did when I got in the mission field was to cry. When I called my family for Christmas - watching the clock, because I couldn't talk to them for more than 40 minutes -, I was crying like a baby.
After one year in the mission field, my intellectual abilities lead me to be called as the assistant for my mission president. He was simply adored in the mission, and would spend some time telling us about all the conversations he had with the apostles, the prophet etc. By working in the mission officce, I could see how the church controls missions, and how everything is analyzed in terms of numbers. My mission president was clearly trying to impress the General Authorities so he would be called as a General Authority himself, so our numbers always needed to be higher and higher, especially higher than other missions.
Anyways, after my mission, which ended in August 2009, I came to BYU. By the way, I am from Brazil, so coming to BYU was probably the best thing that ever happened in my life. BYU is, indeed, a great educational institution, and I will make so much money in Brazil for having a BYU degree.
Well, when I came to Utah, my testimony only decreased. I had this wonderful vision that Utah families were the represetation of heaven on earth. Wrong, again. I realized that these "perfect mormon families" have as much troubles as any other family. Also, I realized that there is no real friendship in mormonism. The missionary that baptized me: he lives three blocs from where I live, and I saw him once in one year. My "mission friends", even knowing that I was contemplating suicide, never had time to come to my apartament to give me a handshake. I saw how wards, especially student wards, are miserable places where everything is fake. And so on.
So, I am seriously thinking about leaving the church. The problem is that: (1) I cannot leave BYU; (2) I have no friends other than LDS; (3) I have no idea where to go for help. If any of you live in the Provo area, I beg you to contact me. I really need your help.