Mine was Young Men's Secretary, which they gave to me twice. You basically took the roll, which was a stupid job to give me, as I did not know any of the kids in the classes, so when I peeked my head in, I had no idea who was who. Would end up disturbing the whole lesson, as I basically had to ask who was there.

The idea, was that as a cool RM, I would be an inspiration for the boys to go on a mission. Yeah right, I was a mess, a college drop out with no job and no hot girlfriend. None of them wanted to be me, thank Helen.

between "Ward Magazine Rep" (which was in addition to 3 other "callings" I had at the time)

and "Emergency Prepardness Specialist".

I thought I was the only one to have the ward magazine rep calling!

I had to call people who's subscription (I think to the Ensign) was about to end and ask if they would like to renew. And then if they wanted, I would pick up their check and send it for them. Course, everyone just opted to send in their check with the envelope enclosed with their magazine and forgo using me. I was just one extra step to accomplish the same end.

This was an example of having a calling for the sake of having a calling.

EDIT: And your name is my "given" name.



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Your name is my name too!

Do people always shout? I hate that.

Levi is my temple name.

I've actually kind of taken a shine to it since leaving the cult.

I like it.

YW ward camp director. I would rather stick a needle in my eye than camp and everyone in the ward (except the bishop apparently) knew it.

YW ward camp director. I would rather stick a needle in my eye than camp and everyone in the ward (except the bishop apparently) knew it.

I liked it because no one bothered me about it, and I could be creative in what I put up, as long as it promoted the Morg, of course.

Relief Society blog creator/writer. Basically the RSP would call me with a bit of news like someone had a baby or someone had something to give away and I posted on the blog. Was also RS newsletter editor for a while.

Gees the only thing I could come up with was missionary meal calendar coordinator. But it was easy as pie.

I don't know that I have ever had what I might call a "stupid" calling, unless it be the assignment to clean the stupid meetinghouse toilets.


The calling I hated the most -- because it was so nit-picky -- was when I was called to be Relief Society secretary, back about 20 years ago.


I swear -- they wanted numbers for EVERYTHING. I kept waiting for the point in time when I'd have to tally the amount of oxygen consumed by the sisters as they sat in RS meeting.


I have pretty much enjoyed - or at least not been bothered by - most other callings I've had over my years in TSCC.

As a new convert, I had two callings. Was I special?...I think not! One was to "greet" everyone before service. What!? was my first thought. I never did it. The second was to get with the "sisters" to make sure they recorded that they did the visiting teaching. Like I didn't have enough to do already trying to keep myself financially afloat in a sinking economy. My first clues on the wrongness of it all. A friend of mine received a calling to helping members "find jobs," when three of her family members were unemployed. What a crock!

Ha, I'd totally forgotten that I had the calling to help members find jobs too. It was "Ward Employment Specialist" or something. The irony was that I was a college student at the time, and was supposed to help people who were decades older than myself find decent jobs. On the plus side, this was in the late '90s and we were in an affluent area with like a 1% unemployment rate, so the calling mostly entailed pointing fellow college students who were members toward families who were looking for babysitters.

in my ward there were actually callings to "The RS Wake-Up Committee". These people were supposed to call each apartment in the ward on Sunday morning to wake them up for RS.

Wouldn't want anyone to fee left out 'cause they didn't have a calling!

I had to call the women in the ward to get their visiting teaching reports. Every month, the SAME WOMEN would not get back to me and I would have to hound them to get their reports. MY OWN visiting teacher would report that she had visited me, when we had just chatted casually at church (which was fine...I dreaded the home visits).

My visiting teaching supervisor (I guess anyway) called me to check to see if we did visiting teaching. In the message she left me, she called me by my middle name. Yes, I understood that she was busy and going through her own set of trials, but we weren't even strangers; she knew me yet still messed up my name as she was reading down the list.

I was called to be one of the finance clerks. It was another one of the final nails in the coffin that made me think of the church as uninspired and stiff. I mean, why would anyone need to be called to that and why can't a woman do it? Really?

Why can't women be ward clerks? Really good question.


Our ward needed a ward clerk about 15 or 20 years ago. One of the two of us would be called to that position.


Now, about my husband: He is a great man, and he can fix or build anything on this planet. He's been a very good provider for his family over the years because he is good with mechanical things, and made a good living that way.


But he is not a very good reader. When he decided to go back to junior college a year or two after the calling was issued, they tested him and told him he'd have to take THREE remedial reading classes and THREE remedial writing classes, and two remedial math classes, before he could ever take his first college level class. (The remedial level he was placed at was Below 5th grade reading level, the lowest class that junior college offered.).


I, on the other hand, was a college graduate and working in a professional position, with plenty of business experience producing professional reports, statistical analyses, etc.


So which one of us do they call to be Ward Clerk?


Well, of course you already know.


The primary qualification is found in one's genitals.

In my university ward, they wanted to make sure everyone had a calling, so they called someone to be the "refreshment coordinator," for Relief Society activities. They also called an "assistant refreshment coordinator," to help.

I have 2....The last home teaching assignment about 35 years ago....4 families....zero interest in us being there but were cordial enough to allow us into their homes...my companion was one of those TBM's that couldn't someone NOT wanting to be TBM....very uncomfortable....and stupid....and being asked to help build a home for a convert who's wife was a JW and absolutely hated Mormons and the fact we were even there....

Mid '60s. I was in a job which required me to move to a different city three or four times a year. Bish called me in and introduced me to two men in suits I had never met before. Their demeanor was like the guys in the "Men in Black" movies or some kind of three-letter agency.

They assigned me a calling. I was supposed to go to public libraries in the cities I was working in and either check out and destroy or steal and destroy books on a "hit list." Some of them were fiction (Doyle, Twain) others were "old editions" of BoM and books critical of the Morg.

I was a hormonal convert (past the stage where I had been dunked and dumped) and was on my way out. This was the final straw. I took the list, said "Oh, thanks for your confidence in me" and the Morg never saw me again.

Wow. Stealing books? And in your baptismal interview, one of the questions they ask you is about abiding by the law...

Stealing books paid for with taxpayers money doesn't sound like it to me...

Somehow, I think there might be people who do that sort of thing. One reason I'm not keen on telling Mormons where I found critical information is that some of the self-righteous among them might destroy the sources without reading them,

Calling I hated the most: Scout master. It just wasn't me and I did not like the way the church forced scouting down the YM's throats

Calling that was most meaningless: Social Activity Director for the EQ--they did not know what to do anything so I did not plan anything.

the nursery!!...

I refused to chase around toddlers to sit and listen to a " lesson"...

and one threw up on my shoe:(

Seriously, I don't understand some of the nursery kids. Even the ones old enough to very clearly grasp what you're telling them will just kind of look at you like you're an idiot and run off.

Pennies by the Inch coordinator. It was shocking how many "good" ward members were too busy to collect a small neighborhood route. I heard all the known excuses to mankind of why he/she couldn't help out with collection. In the end, I found a couple "genuinely good people" (they do exist) to help. Between them and my little family, we collected the meager donations from the ward.

Now that I'm out of the cult, I have to wonder if Primary Children's Hospital is church run. Does anyone know?

Magazine Rep............

Like women need a leader to figure out how to go out and have fun.

I am blown away by this magazine rep calling!! Haha wtf! This thread is hilarious.