Posted by:
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Date: March 11, 2012 03:09PM
It was 1980-1981. My father refused to assist me in raising the money for me to go on a mission even though he was well off. He claimed that the Lord would provide if I prayed and worked hard enough. I needed to learn to be self-reliant.
The ward members are usually asked to help pay, but unfortunately that doesn't always work out, especially if you have multiple boys the same age all trying to go. The church itself doesn't pay for missions. Pressure is applied to the more affluent members of the ward to take up the slack, but that only goes so far.
In my age group, we had 9 boys all going on missions. 5 of them had family help. 2 of them had ward members pay for them to go because they didn't have fathers. The remaining 2 of us were out of luck. My good friend committed suicide over the shame of not being able to afford to go on a mission.
Even at his funeral, there was murmers that he was either masterbating or doing drugs, which is why he took his life. He couldn't live with not being able to go on a mission.
I have never been more sad or pissed off in my life. These acusations were baseless and deeply hurt his family. Their only crime was being sick and poor. His mother had heart trouble and his father had kidney failure. Money was tight because they had trouble holding jobs. They were the nicest people, yet were totally shunned because they couldn't afford to send their son on a mission. Lester, wherever you are bro, I'm sorry. To this day it makes me cry thinking about what a horrible church this is and what a tragedy that was.
I decided to go into the military primarily because I really didn't want to go on a mission especially after Lester and there was no way I could pay for it all. I was *excommunicated from my family* for not choosing to struggle to go to on a mission. I found out later from my grandfather via a letter he send me during basic training that my father was testing me. Once I had saved 50%, he was going to kick in the rest. So nice of him to tell me, but in truth, I'm glad he did what he did. Even so, 50% would have taken me more than a year to earn. I might have done it had he been up front with me, but he wanted to play stupid powertrip priestood games, so the situation looked hopeless. Minimum wage jobs don't pay squat.
I went through sheer hell for making the obvious decision based on the information I had at 18. I would have gone to college, but same deal-father was making me pay it all, especially since having college paid was contingent on my going on a mission. Plus, when I turned 18, he started demanding room and board, etc. It was an impossible situation. I could save if I had to pay out most of my savings. Again, later on, I found out this was to teach me discipline and appreciation for money. What it taught me was shame and abuse.
The long and short of it is that the members pay for missions 100%. If not you or your family, then the membership pays.
I can say without a doubt it is extremely embarassing to not be able to afford to go on a mission when that time comes. You are treated (at least I was) like a selfish parriah. You are shunned. I wasn't allowed to pass or bless the sacrament. I wasn't allow to advance to the office of Elder in the Priestood.
The leadership went out of their way to make negatives examples of those that couldn't/wouldn't go. So much for free agency.
So much for love. We weren't bad guys. Just young and poor.
Even though my father was rich, I was in fact poor.
I even had local ward girls refuse to date me because I wasn't going on a mission. I was interveiwed multiple times by the bishop which was m.i.s.e.r.a.b.l.e. Since I wasn't going on a mission, there must be some kind of unconfessed sin.
It was abusive criminal behavior, but of course my parents went right along with it. I was a difficult child. I was a hardship. It really *sucks* to be the subject of prayers over and over, especially when their public. I'm not stupid. When your parents are constantly being asked to give the prayers or bear their testimony in every meeting, you know there is collusion. Mother was always fasting and praying that my hard heart would be softened. I just need to have faith. God would provide. Sure, if god was dad. It was classic brainwashing.
All because they had information I didn't have. Even to this day, I am so pissed when I think about it. I would NEVER to do this to my children, children that I claimed I loved and cared for.
It was all done to shame me into making the right decision. Even if I had wanted to, where was the money supposed to come from? The whole thing was ridiculous.
Sorry for the semi-rant, but this really is a sensitive topic for me and probably for other former young men.
So much misery. So unneccesary.