24. Apology and Correction: I Was Shown That I Was Wrong

Before we get into this one, yes, I admit that was a MAJOR clickbait title. But it’s true.

I was recently approached by someone, a believing member of the LDS church, and was made aware of a statement I made in one of my posts that was untrue. I am someone that finds immense value in being honest, in correcting mistakes, and apologizing when I am wrong. I have to admit that I did think about quietly making the change to the blog without announcing that I had made a mistake, but I didn’t feel right about doing it that way.

The offending statement was from the last blog post, written predominantly by my friend David. In the introduction to his article, I stated that David was previously a fully believing member of the church who was as committed and had as strong of a testimony as anyone else. I stated that it is not fair to say that only those that were weak or never had a strong belief are the only ones that leave the church. Now on to the mistake. I stated, “The only requirement to end in our position [of no longer believing] is to allow yourself to be open to all available information, a desire to know objective truth, and a hunger to follow the rabbit hole to the very end.” This comment was factually incorrect and I apologize for making this untrue statement.

I was reminded that there are individuals that research all available information, that honestly desire to know truth, and have a willingness to continue researching to the end that come to different conclusions than I did. I have mentioned these individuals before. They have a nuanced faith. They believe in the church but that belief looks much different than what is taught in manuals and from the pulpit. They believe in a way that is more in line with factual history and what makes the most sense considering that history. Yet there are also those that conclude their search where I did and no longer believe. As such, it’s not fair to abdicate researching the truth claims of the church because you have heard that there are some other intelligent people that have looked deeper and continue to believe.

As an example, I’ve mentioned Brian Hauglid in my blog in the past. From my seventh article speaking about the incorrect translation of the Book of Abraham I quote, “On a related note, Brian Hauglid was a well-known Mormon apologist that has authored several books on difficult church topics. He is a professor at Brigham Young University and a visiting fellow at the Maxwell Institute. He also worked on the Joseph Smith papers project. He had agreed with many of the arguments contained in the church article on the Book of Abraham, until recently. In late 2018 he wrote the following: “For the record, I no longer hold the views that have been quoted from my 2010 book…I have moved on from my days as an “outrageous” apologist…I wholeheartedly agree with Dan’s [Vogel] excellent assessment of the Abraham/Egyptian documents…I now reject a missing Abraham manuscript…I no longer agree with Gee or Mulhestein. I find their apologetic “scholarship” on the BoA abhorrent.”” I have recently learned that Brian retired from BYU just this month, on July 1^st of this year. After his retirement, he was interviewed on the Radio Free Mormon podcast. Speaking of the above comment that described Gee's apologetics as "abhorrent," Brian says he doesn't consider what Gee and his colleagues do as "scholarship," because he knows they purposely omit evidence from readers in order to mislead them. He stated that he no longer believes in the truthfulness of the church but attends for his wife to keep the peace. Brian is an extremely intelligent man that has seen and engaged in the intimate inner workings of those doing scholarship for the church. Yet he no longer believes.

I have been thinking a lot about my faith journey recently. I have thought long and hard about the role the LDS church will play in my life in the future. I have decided that this will be the last post that I publish on Facebook. I may or may not add articles to the blog over time, but I will include these without mentioning them on my social media. I have already removed the vast majority of Mormon friends and acquaintances from Facebook as part of deciding how to move forward with life. I’m not against having friends that are members of the church, some of my closest friends are, but I want friends that are REAL friends rather than acquaintances out of convenience or obligation. As far as what I want to conclude with, I’ve thought about and started writing the remainder of this article many different ways. I have completely or partially deleted these initial attempts several times.

I thought about including all the information contained within the Gospel Topics Essays as well as research from Fair Mormon to define what a nuanced faith looks like and how it differs from mainstream belief. For anyone that is interested though, there is an amazing website and podcast written by Rob Terry. He is a nuanced member of the church that has also spent years researching. His website is https://www.churchistrue.com/. There is a lot of information here but I would highly recommend his recent podcast. I have included the link to the written transcripts of his podcast episodes for those interested here:  https://www.churchistrue.com/blog/. As of this writing there are less than ten episodes, so it is not prohibitively long. I will let his words speak for themselves but his view is likely what the church will be teaching in the future. To reiterate, he is an active, invested, believing member of the church that looked at all available information and has made his faith work in the best way that he could.

I did think about including changes to church teachings and doctrines that I believe are coming in the future. Just today I heard that there will be further changes to the temple ordinances (even though Joseph Smith himself said, “Ordinances instituted in the heavens before the foundation of the world, in the priesthood, for the salvation of men, are not to be altered or changed”). I also thought about including more information that is persuasive towards my strong belief the LDS church is not the one and only true church. Except I’m tired of these approaches.

As something different, I thought about attempting to start discussions by asking thought provoking questions, like: “Does it matter that God miraculously sent an angel with a sword to force Joseph Smith to take extra wives (ostensibly against his will) while not giving clear direction about how to practice polygamy or remaining silent when past leaders of the church were promoting racist theories about black people? What would it mean to you if it made more sense that there was no angel?” Another question might be, “Considering we know that prophets in the church can make mistakes and speak from opinion, even when speaking in their official capacity as prophet of the church, what would it mean to you that they seem to be teaching the philosophies of men mingled with scripture, when it is implied the church is above this?”  The reason I would ask these questions would not be to persuade anyone towards unbelief but to help members of the church see that there are many, many ways to believe in the LDS church and that some actually make more sense than what is taught on Sunday. Hopefully this would expand spaces in the church for people that continue to want to be part of it but don’t fit the mold we have previously been expected to fit. I thought about trying to build bridges and create dialogue between mainstream believing members of the church and those that have a nuanced faith, progressive Mormons, or those that no longer believe. This is what I initially tried to do. Yet it hasn’t worked to this point, so I don’t hold much faith that this would work now. I guess there’s a reason you don’t talk about religion or politics at the dinner table. It very rarely ends well.

I’ve learned that dialogue is not very effective when it is one sided. I have had mostly brief interactions with people about these things but these conversations tend to end abruptly when others don’t know how to respond to my concerns. I have seen other people try to create dialogue, both from within (Rob Terry) and from without (Allan Mount from the Marriage on a Tightrope podcast for mixed faith marriages). I have seen how both of them can be ridiculed by the other side when their views do not agree with mainstream belief. Social media as well as social circles become echo chambers where only those that agree with you can be tolerated due to the lack of any desire to understand the other side. I have recently seen a meme that says it can’t actually hurt you to have a discussion with someone that doesn’t agree with you. Except very few people really want to hear or discuss the other side. I get it. It’s scary. But isn’t that why we like to tell scary stories around the campfire? Why many of us enjoy watching scary movies? Talking about scary things can be exciting. They can open your mind to other possibilities. These discussions don’t have to be controversial or confrontational. I actually went for lunch yesterday to have one of these discussions and, as always, it was comfortable and we both left feeling respected and, honestly, enlightened.

I did decide to include a little on how it seems like I have left the church but I cannot leave it alone. I have to agree, my journey out of the church has taken much longer than I wanted or expected. It has been over two years now and it has continued to be difficult for me. I find it interesting that other than a couple close friends, and a Fathers Day root beer, absolutely no one from my ward in Airdrie has reached out to me. People continue to be friendly if I run into them, but that’s about the extent. Yet, several of my children have had messages left for them. One of which was overstepping quite a bit. The pot sometimes calls the kettle black. I’m guilty of it as well, I’m sure, and I again apologize if that’s the case.

I see the last two years as an account of grief, loss, and honestly trauma. Not that the church has traumatized me per se, my time in the church was easier and more positive than many that leave. Yet, I do feel traumatized by certain losses and realizations. I feel negatively effected by teachings that have been ingrained in me that I am still trying to unlearn in order to move forward with my life.

I have come to learn that everyone that leaves the church processes this journey differently. At the death of a loved one, some grieve for weeks, some years. Some move past the difficult feelings relatively easily and quickly while others feel the pain for a very long time. Some seek support while others keep to themselves. Some are open and need to talk through their pain and others remain quiet. There is no cookie cutter way to grieve. There isn’t one right or correct way.

I am in a much better place than I was when I was a believing and attending member of the church. I see leaving as a gift I gave myself and my kids as we now have the singular opportunity to decide for ourselves what we will believe. I get to decide the path that my life will take, which from my perspective will be closer to objective truth. I have begun to find new meaning and purpose that is more powerful than I had within the church.

I continue to find it disheartening that the church, through its flagship magazine The Ensign continues to villainize me. "If you are struggling with questions or doubts about the Church or your faith, you won’t find truth by reading blogs or listening to podcasts from those who disagree with the Church or have left it." Except that anyone reading my blog has found truth. There were those that didn’t know Joseph Smith used a seer stone in a hat to translate the Book of Mormon. That was truth, admitted by the church (after having the stone in its possession since Brigham Young, yet not sharing this information openly for decades). If you didn’t know that before you read it here, you found truth by reading my blog. I shared that the Book of Abraham was an incorrect translation of the scrolls Joseph Smith found. If you did not know that before reading it here, I shared the truth. Whether you believe there were missing scrolls or not, we have the three facsimiles, and they were all incorrectly translated. If you didn’t know that before, I told you that. You learned truth from my blog.

I find it difficult when the church tells its members to actively avoid information, telling them to not trust blogs or podcasts from those that disagree or have left the church. This quote by Hugh B. Brown, who was an apostle for 8 years, then a member of the First Presidency for nine years, explains my feelings perfectly: "The honest investigator must be prepared to follow wherever the search for truth may lead. Truth is often found in the most unexpected places. He must, with fearless and open mind, insist that facts are far more important than any cherished, mistaken beliefs, no matter how unpleasant the facts or how delightful the beliefs." As I stated in my fourth blog, information can only be deemed Anti-Mormon if it is false. If the church has nothing to hide, any information out there should not be so disconcerting that members have to be told to actively avoid it.

In this article I’ve also decided to try to explain why I’ve been open about my faith shift. The church taught me to value truth and to share it to those that did not have it, especially if I believed it would make their lives better. I served a mission for the church for two years of my life doing what I believed at the time was this exact thing. If sharing the truth is so important to the church that it sent me thousands of miles away to convince people that their beliefs were not correct and that I had the right way, I hope you can understand why I have been open about what I believe is the truth.

The analogy that keeps coming to my mind in trying to explain why I have been open with my disbelief is one of investing for retirement. Let’s say you wanted to invest your money in a stock in order to save for when you were ready to retire. For your entire life, your family and most of your closest friends have been investing in the same stock. They are adamant that this stock will give you the best return on your investment. If you put all your excess money into this stock, they promise that you will be rich when you retire. They tell you that they have researched all there is to research about it and this is the best option. They have had experiences that tell them that this is the right way to invest.

However, I approach you and tell you that I have looked deeply into this stock and discovered that I strongly believe that you will not get the promised return. I tell you that over months and years of research, I have discovered that when you retire, you will not be rich. Rather, you will have lost your money and will have wasted the opportunity to invest in different stocks that would have been much more beneficial. Faced with this situation, would you choose to research the stock for yourself? Would you limit yourself to information that was given to you by the managers of this stock, or would you research every single other source of information due to the extremely high stakes? Would you only listen to the managers of that stock, considering their obvious bias? Would you blindly listen to me and pull all of your money out of this stock without first looking deeper for yourself? I honestly hope not! I would hope that if I were the investor and you had information that I didn’t, that you would tell me, even if it would be difficult to convince me.

When I tell you this information you say, “I’ve spent so much time, energy, and money on this stock. I’m going to lose so much if I walk away from it.” Yes, yes you are. It’s going to hurt, put you back for a while, and be hard to come back from. In the end though, it’s worth it. The only logical way forward for the investor would be to research all available information on this stock. Look up information from professional investors, explore the stocks competitors, and get advice from a financial advisor. That is the only way to determine for yourself the correct course of action to take. I’ve never said to take my word for anything, I’ve only ever said to research it for yourself.

I should also include here that some people may choose to continue to invest in this stock because it gives them comfort, even if the return may be less than expected. If the pain of making a change is greater than the pain of continuing to invest, perhaps it is best for certain people to continue rather than going through the difficult road of change. This is also a valid option as long as people have done the research and made a fully informed decision (this could also be read as having a nuanced faith).

I have recently been made aware that I have a rescuing persona. I suppose that I come by this naturally considering I am a Psychologist. It would appear that I have been trying to rescue my loved ones from something that I believe is false, whether they wanted rescuing or not. I’ve tried to share what I believe is the truth. Except when it comes to my loved ones, this isn’t my job. You are all adults, with minds and wills of your own. I need to respect that. I haven’t given that fact as much respect as perhaps I should have. For that, I apologize.

The fact is, the church works for certain people. Those people can be very happy within it. I personally know people whose lives I believe would be worse without having belief in the church. However, the church does not work for everyone. Not everyone feels joy, acceptance, meaning, or purpose in being a part of it. For those that it no longer works for, or for those that it doesn’t work for in the first place, that needs to be respected. More than respected even, when someone tells you that the church does not work for them it needs to be believed. I wish and hope that in the future the church focuses less on exclusive truth and more on trying to work for and be inclusive of a broader range of people. Yet my wishes and hopes about the church don’t need to drive me anymore.

As I was writing this post, I came to a realization. Call it an epiphany, a moment of clarity, a light-bulb moment, or the Holy Ghost; whatever you call it, it felt meaningful to me. I realized that I don’t need understanding anymore. I don’t need to care about being judged. I don’t need to rescue anyone from what I believe is false. It’s not my job. I’ve done what I needed to in order to move forward and I don’t regret any of that in the slightest. Now it’s everyone else’s job to figure it out from here.

I also came to realize that I don’t need to expect any certain behavior from anyone else. In the church we are told that if you do something good, you will get a blessing. When you receive any good thing in your life, it was because you were obedient to some higher law upon which that blessing was predicated. God is bound and must bless us when we do as He says, so we learn to expect blessings in repayment for doing good things. I have realized that I don’t need to live my life waiting for the universe to give back to me equally for what I give. I don’t have to focus on some cosmic sense of balance in order to decide what behaviors from others I expect as a response to things I say or do. I can be what I want others to be without any expectation of getting anything in return. I can model behaviour that I wish others to engage in, regardless of whether they ever behave this way towards me or not. I can check in on others to make sure they are okay without having an expectation that they or anyone else does the same for me or my family. I can give of my time and energy even if it is not given back. To summarize it all up in a nice package, complete with bow on top, I can choose to give to the world and humanity more than I get back.

This can be one way I find new meaning in my life. New purpose. I choose to be a good husband, not because of what I will get out of it but because I value being a faithful, kind, dedicated spouse. I can be a good father not because of what I get from my children but because I value raising good people, that are better than I am, and that are secure in the knowledge that they are loved. I can choose to be a good friend, not because it is an exercise that is perfectly balanced in how often I initiate contact vs. how often they do, but because I value the interactions we do have. I can be a welcoming and supportive son/son-in-law and brother/brother-in-law because that’s what aligns with my values, not because I need anything in return. I can be a good Samaritan to those around me because it is the right thing to do, not because I believe I will be repaid by Karma or some higher power. I can offer complete acceptance and inclusion, regardless of race or sexual orientation, without hesitation and without limit. I can be the change that I want to see in the world, not because it will make some huge impact, but because it might, at least to some.

In explaining my feelings during lunch yesterday, my friend said this sounded like a spiritual awakening. They suggested that it’s likely I needed to leave the church so as to continue my path towards becoming a better person. They also reminded me that it’s also possible for people to remain a part of the church and have a similar spiritual awakening, or to continue to progress towards becoming more enlightened themselves. I completely agree. I do believe that members of the church need to know all available information in order to make informed decisions before they can continue progressing though. I believe the church can give a basic foundation for building spirituality and growth but that in order to continue forward (think Fowler’s Stages of Faith Development from the intro to the Believer post), members must move beyond the milk that is taught in the manuals and search for the meat themselves. However, for certain people, remaining a part of the church is the right decision for them.

As for the role the Mormon church will play in my life moving forward, I’m not exactly sure. I think the healthiest direction would be to continue moving away from my association with it. The more I think about it, the stronger I believe that those that don’t fit the mold are not fully welcome in the church. I don’t believe that any effort I may make to build bridges of understanding would be seen as anything but confrontation. Some may disagree, but it’s how I feel. That doesn’t mean that I’ll never step foot in an LDS church again. After Covid has been figured out, one way or another, I’m sure I will attend at times. I would like to attend missionary farewells. I will be present for weddings, even if it will have to be from outside during certain parts. I might try to attend regular Sunday services at times to see if my hypothesis about my place in the church is correct or not. I know that I can have respectful conversations with those of faith about the things they find important while sharing my perspective in a non-threatening, non-judgmental way. I’ve done it before. There are at least some that are close to me that would agree. I realize that I likely have come across as confrontational in the past and for that I apologize.

I suppose this entire post, probably the entirety of my blog as well, could be seen as one epic YAGE (for those that don’t know, that’s Yet Another Grand Exit). It probably was, lol! Except that I needed it. It served a purpose to me. Just like those that post about Light the World, Easter, or Ramadan, everyone has the right to openly post to social media anything that is important to them. This was important to me. I say was because it’s not important to me anymore. It’s been almost a year since I posted my last personal article, my final thoughts. I suppose if anyone else makes me aware of any other mistakes or untruths in my blog I will publicly acknowledge, change, and apologize for them. Beyond that though, I’m moving forward. The world outside the church is a big one and life is a long time. I had better start living for my present and future rather than looking back at the past.

23. David’s Story - A Former Branch President’s Journey

            Just a brief introduction for this post as I have a bit of an intro in the last article. This one was written by Chrystal’s husband, David (Chrystal wrote the last blog entry). They left the church together several months after I did. When I moved to Edson, Alberta David was one of the counsellors in the Branch Presidency and soon thereafter was called as the Branch President. So needless to say, he was a fully believing member. He was someone who checked even more boxes of faithfulness and belief than I did. To say that only those that did not have a testimony of the church to begin with, or that we were too weak to continue, is not accurate in the slightest. The only requirement to end in our position is to allow yourself to be open to all available information, a desire to know objective truth, and a hunger to follow the rabbit hole to the very end.

            Being very close friends with David over the past eight plus years, I think it’s fair to say I know who he is as a human being. He has always been someone that exudes caring and integrity. He has always been a person that you could go to when you needed anything and if at all possible, he would be there. If there is someone that I would call Christlike, it would probably be him. Anyways, enough of my bromance. I’ll let David explain how someone can go from a fully faithful and invested member of the LDS church to no longer believing the exclusive truth claims.

            Let me start this off by saying that I admire Dason for writing his blog posts and allowing others to follow his journey through his faith crisis and eventual exit from the LDS church.  It is not an easy thing, as I came to learn and experience for myself.

           

            My name is David Johnston.  I was born and raised in the LDS faith, graduated seminary, served a mission in Alabama for 2 years, married my wife in the Cardston Temple, and served in many callings in the church, the most notable being a Branch President for seven years (I was released in March 2019 as the Stake Presidency felt it was time to let someone else serve, thank goodness, lol.)  I met Dason when he moved to Edson, but we also have a family connection as our wives are 2nd cousins (only one wife each, don’t get excited).  We instantly became friends and have maintained a strong friendship ever since.  When he moved to Airdrie, we stayed in close contact and visited each other often.

When he opened up to me about his concerns with the church, I admit that I was blindsided and caught off guard. As a good friend I was concerned about his eternal salvation and standing in the church, and I wanted to resolve his concerns and bring him back to the gospel. Through a series of phone calls and emails we talked about some of his concerns, and I quickly realized that he had researched these things in far more depth than I ever had, and I was grossly unprepared to answer his questions.  My failsafe was to revert back to my faith and to bear my testimony of the gospel, but that wasn’t enough to resolve his difficult questions.  In order to maintain our friendship, we determined that it was better that we didn’t discuss these things and to respect each other’s beliefs, which we did and felt comfortable with.  He told me about his blog, and I read some of the posts but stayed away from the three he said could be troubling to believing members.  I tried to understand where he was coming from, and his blog helped a lot in gaining that understanding.

           

            We went camping with Michelle and Dason in the summer of 2019; and late at night, sitting around the campfire, we talked a lot about some of his basic concerns and how life was going despite his doubts and questions.  It was a very open discussion, and we didn’t try to convince each other of our beliefs.  We were just friends trying to listen and understand one another.  We didn’t resolve any concerns, but it was nice to talk openly about it and reassure them that we were still their friends no matter what happened.  In the next few days, I wrestled in my brain trying to understand why Dason felt the way he did.  Was it because of sin?  Was he just being lazy? Were the demands of living the gospel wearing on him and he was tired of it?  Did he want to drink coffee or alcohol to fit in with work colleagues and this had led him to question his beliefs?  Did he not get along with people in his ward and this led to them not feeling welcome and therefore not wanting to attend church?  My wife and I repeatedly said that if Dason and Michelle had not moved away from our town that this probably would have never happened because they were happy here and seemed very strong in the church.  I tried to think of ways to help him but mostly concluded that I needed to be his friend without judgment or criticism because that was what Dason and Michelle needed most.

            About a month after our camping trip, I was scrolling through Facebook and noticed a friend of mine from college talking about leaving the church, and he mentioned something called the CES Letter.  This friend was very strong in the church at one point but had since left. He had some sharp criticism of the church and its history, which really surprised me.  I had never heard of the CES Letter, so out of curiosity I clicked on the link to see what it was about.  I knew it was probably something against the church, but I felt confident in my testimony and beliefs that nothing could shake me!  I scrolled through a few topics, but I found one that I had never heard about before; Blood Atonement.  I read through part of the section and was shocked!  I immediately texted Dason to ask if he had heard about this practice, and his reply was basically, “Let’s slow this down. Are you sure you want to know about this?  It’s not too late to ignore it, stop researching, and just move on within the church.”  I pressed the question because I really wanted to know, so he answered a few things, all the while telling me that if I wasn’t comfortable with it then we should just drop it and that some of these things were very hard for a true-believing member of the church to hear, so I thanked him for being honest with me, and we ended the conversation.

            This is an aspect of Dason that I hope anyone reading this understands, he is not someone whose purpose in life is to get people out of the church. Even when I came to him with a huge issue, essentially on a silver platter, his goal was not to get me to stop believing. He told me that we could slow down and that maybe I didn’t want to go down this path considering how hard it is. He gave me every opportunity to shut that difficult conversation down and to walk away without going any further.

            The next day I was still curious, so I went back to Facebook and read some of the comments under my friend’s post about the CES Letter. There were over 100 comments, and I read all of them.  Some people were arguing for the church, some were arguing against it, but the one thing that stood out to me was my friend telling others to read the Gospel Topics Essays in order to find out these less known aspects about church history.  I remembered receiving an email years ago about the church producing essays on difficult church history topics, and I even remember clicking on the link and seeing the essays on the church website, but I didn’t read them or give them much attention.  His comments on the essays piqued my interest, so I went to the church website and found them.  I picked the topic of polygamy since that had always been a black spot on the church, and I honestly didn’t know a lot about the practice despite my growing up in the church and serving in many leadership positions.  As I read about Joseph Smith practicing polygamy, polyandry, and the church trying to justify his actions, I became sick inside and couldn’t believe that all of this was factual.  I always thought it was Brigham Young that began polygamy, but here I read about Joseph Smith marrying other men’s wives as well as girls as young as 14; that Joseph claimed that an angel with a flaming sword commanded him to practice polygamy, but God didn’t give any specific instruction on how to fulfill it; and how in the beginning it was a very secretive and selective practice.  One of the worst things was reading about Joseph being sealed to many of his multiple wives before he was sealed to Emma, as he didn’t tell her until numerous years after beginning the practice.  With her being his first wife, I would have thought that she would be the first woman sealed to him, but she wasn’t.  It was shocking and repulsive all at the same time!

            I decided to read more of the essays, and more shock and confusion resulted.  The different accounts of the first vision, the method of translating the Book of Mormon being completely different than what I was taught, black people being banned from the priesthood, and the other essays about polygamy.  I couldn’t believe what I was reading, right there on the church’s website!  I served my mission in Alabama where I encountered many zealous people who wanted to argue against the LDS church and its truth claims and presented evidence to me as to why it was false.  I remember talking to my mission president, and he reassured me that the things they were saying were all lies.  I remember some of the issues vividly because I had to defend them on a weekly basis; but as I read the essays, I started to see some of the issues I had heard about were not lies but were facts in church history and acknowledged by the church! To say this was shocking is a gross understatement.  I felt sick.  I felt betrayed.  I felt lied to.  I felt doubt and confusion. 

I did what any good LDS member does to try and combat these feelings, I prayed, fasted, read the scriptures, and prayed a bunch more, but the reassurance that the church was true never came.  The spirit never witnessed the truth to me and that these things were actually lies.  In fact, I felt empty and alone with no reassurance from God that the church was actually true.  How could this be?  I was reading from the church’s own website.  It was their information, not someone who could be described as “anti-Mormon.”

It was at this time that my wife and I went on a backpacking trip in Jasper National Park. For three days it was nothing but me, her, and the mountains; no electronics or tv to distract us.  So, as we were hiking, I hesitantly brought up some of the things I had read and my concerns regarding what this then meant about the church.  She listened, and then she shared some of the things that she felt were wrong about the church. She opened up a lot about her real feelings toward the LDS faith.  I always knew she had some issues with the church, but nothing strong enough to make her want to leave.  But with my doubts and concerns she lovingly listened and encouraged me to do more research and find out the truth for myself.

            After our hike I felt determined to read and learn more.  It was at this time that I went to Dason’s blog and read the three difficult posts that earlier he had warned me not to read.  As I read them, I found that he brought up some things that I had already read about in the church’s essays, but I realized that it was just the tip of the iceberg compared to what he had researched and discovered.  I was enthralled!  Reading those three posts was like watching a train wreck.  I was horrified by what I read, but I couldn’t stop or look away.  How did I not know about these things?  How could I have been raised in the church, served a mission, served in leadership positions and not know about these issues with the church?  My bubble essentially burst, and a wave of information came pouring in that left me drowning in doubt, anger, fear, sorrow, uncertainty, and most of all complete shock.  It took me about a week to process everything, which resulted in an even greater desire to know more and more about why some people I know had also left the church.  I talked to four friends and acquaintances, and they all told lengthy stories about what led them to leave the church and to no longer believe it’s truth claims.  I was curious and intrigued by what they told me, and I found that many of them had the same issues and experiences that I was currently having.  The biggest question for me though was how did their family respond?

            My family is very strong in the LDS faith.  My father served as a branch president several times; my mother comes from a pioneer heritage; my brother is a bishop; my brother-in-law is a counsellor in a bishopric; and my parents serve in the Edmonton Temple.  They are fully in, and my mom prides herself in the fact that all of her children were strong in the gospel and did all the things that good Mormon people do.  To say that I was terrified to talk to them about my doubts is an understatement. I had heard them talk about people in their ward who left the church.  The criticism and shaming were evidence of their own attitudes towards people who leave the church no matter what their reasons were.  How on earth could I talk to them about this when I know they would push back heavily that the church was true, that I should already know this, and ask how I could ever question that “knowledge” that I have?  I already knew that they would question me about my life and what I had been doing to try to keep my testimony.  I knew all of the things they would ask because they were the same things that I advised people to do as a branch president.  I knew what I was supposed to do (read scriptures, pray, fast, etc.) I did that, and no reassurance or answers came from it.

I decided to write a letter to my family.  It was nearly five pages long, but it laid out what had happened, how my feelings had changed, and that I no longer believed that the LDS church was the only true church on the earth.  I first sent it to my parents a day before I was going to stop by and see them so that they would have a chance to read it and process.  When I stopped by their house to talk to them, there were a lot of tears, questions, and disappointment that I hadn’t come to them sooner (so that they could have helped me through this).  They asked me to give it three months, to pray and go to church and read my scriptures, and that after that time period we would see where I stood.  I agreed because they are my parents and I love them, and I wanted to appease them at that moment while I went through this process.

            The next few months I tried to find answers both for and against the way I felt and what I had learned.  It was a confusing time because it made me question everything that I had ever known and stood for.  Going to church lost its luster, and the meetings weren’t as inspiring or helpful.  Prayer didn’t help, and the scriptures didn’t provide answers like they used to.  I talked to my branch president (who was my 1st counsellor when I served as BP) and he was very understanding and just listened to my concerns.  He has friends and family that have left the church, so he wasn’t critical or judgmental.  It was nice to talk to him, but it didn’t help persuade me one way or the other.  My wife asked to be released from her calling, and my calling as young men’s president was dissolving with the new changes to the church’s youth program.  I tried to do as my parents asked, but there was no witness to me that the church was true. I found no convincing faith promoting answers to the difficult questions I had. I tried to doubt my doubts as Elder Uchtdorf had said, but the doubts made much more sense than the church’s truths. 

After much reading and soul searching, I came to the realization that the church didn’t provide “informed consent” to its members.  I work in the health care field, and informed consent is where you explain to your patients (after asking them a lot of questions about their health concerns) what the procedures are that you would like to do for them in order to help them with their problems.  You then explain what the alternatives are, the risks involved with those procedures, and then ask if they have any questions regarding what you’ve explained to them.  If you only tell them all the good things about your procedures and none of the bad things or the risks involved, then of course they are going to trust that everything will be fine because that’s the only information they have to go on.  I feel this has been my experience with the church.  I only knew all the good or “faith promoting” information about the history and doctrines of the church.  I had been exposed to some of the bad or “anti-Mormon” information, but I was always told to dismiss it because it was falsehoods and lies conceived by Satan and evil people trying to tear down the church.  Now that I was learning the alternatives, from church approved sources, and seeing that some of the history and doctrines of the church led me to believe it was not led by God, I could now make an informed decision about the church without having to rely on faith and personal “feelings.” 

This informed decision led me to conclude that the church was not what it claimed to be.  It is a church, just like other Christian church out there, and it was conceived and designed by a man.  This man made mistakes, sought to glorify himself and his standing, and he certainly wasn’t a prophet called by God.  Sure, the church has grown and holds some good principles and values, but it is not the one and only true church.  And if the restoration is not real, and the priesthood is made up, and the covenants of salvation and exaltation are just empty rituals, then why should I give so much time and money towards this organization?  I came to the conclusion that I don’t have to, that I don’t need to, and that I can be very happy outside of the church.  This has been incredibly liberating and surprising all at the same time!

            Still the most difficult thing about leaving has been my family and other faithful church members and the way that they look at me.  You would think that Christlike love would prevail, and I know some of them try, but it’s difficult and will take a lot of time, I’m sure.  Like Dason, I didn’t leave the church because I was lazy, or because I wanted to sin, or because I lost the spirit and Satan took a hold of me.  I left because I found out that the church isn’t what it claims to be.  Believe me when I say that I was all in.  The church was my life, and every life decision revolved around the church and its teachings.  It would have been much easier to just keep going and ignore all the things that I have read, but why?  Why subject myself to rules of strict obedience, sacrificing time and money, living the church’s commandments, and making and keeping ordinances and covenants when it’s not true? 

            My parent’s biggest argument was that we will never find true happiness outside of the church.  I’ll be the first to admit that this process has been life shattering, and I’ve experienced every emotion imaginable, but in the past six months since leaving the church, I can honestly say that now we are much happier than we ever were while in the church.  We live our lives founded on good moral principles.  We still teach our children to be honest and kind people.  I hope that one day my family and friends can understand that and appreciate where I stand because I will always respect their decision to stay in the church. I will never try to convince them that the church isn’t true as I realize it brings them happiness. I love and respect them for that but it doesn’t work for me anymore. For me the church is not what it claims to be, and that is my truth. It is what I believe is the objective and actual truth. This is my new reality, and that is why I can never go back.

22. Chrystal’s Story - Struggling in Silence

             Another long stretch between these posts, as I had left it open for people to share their stories but wasn’t sure there was interest.  It’s been five months since the last post, and the world has seen some major changes. We are currently in the grip of a global pandemic, which is perhaps why people have a bit more time to think about writing. I was excited when two of my closest friends in the world approached me and said that they were ready to write their faith transition experiences for my blog. They are a couple, who went through their faith transitions within the last year. There are several things that make their individual stories special. One is because they had very different experiences but ended up, as a thriving couple even stronger than they were before, at a very similar end point. Another reason is because when I told them about my change in belief, they were members of the church that reached out to me to try to answer my difficult questions and to help me return to belief. They showed love and an absence of judgement but were, initially, trying to help me regain my faith in the church. By being open to even the remote possibility that I wasn’t completely deceived or misinformed, as well as being true to their own feelings and engaging in their own research, they made the decision that the church’s truth claims did not meet the criteria for continued belief.

I don’t say this to imply that it is wrong or stupid to continue in belief in the church. All I ask, all I have ever asked, is for individuals to do their own research. Look at both sides of the argument as completely as possible and decide for themselves what makes the most sense. For some, even knowing all the difficult information about the church, it makes the most sense to continue in belief; however, that belief is almost always much different than the typical mainstream believer. For others, like my friends and myself, the thing that made the most sense was that the church was not what we initially believed it was.

This post was written by my close friend Chrystal Johnston. Her husband has written the next post and I will publish it soon. My wife and I have been best friends with Chrystal and her husband for eight years. When I moved away from Raymond for work in 2011, they invited me into their home for several weeks. I stayed with them while I found a home for my family before my family moved to Edson with me. Even though we only lived close to them for less than two years, we have continued a very close relationship even after moving away. We visit them and they visit us regularly. We have gone on vacations and yearly camping trips together. When I opened up to them about my change in belief, they were two of the main people I was most worried about losing because of the change. Chrystal is a driven individual, a great mom, and an amazing friend. I hope her story of struggling in silence over numerous months and years will give whomever chooses to read a new perspective. Her journey out of the church is different than some but just as legitimate. Now, on to her post.

              

A few months back, Dason had asked my husband and I to write a post for his blog to share our experience with our own faith transitions. I think it was in order to show how different and personal everyone’s faith transitions can be as well as to show that when someone decides to leave their religion, it’s not an easy choice. The reasons for making this huge life decision are different for everyone. My husband and I were going to write our story together, but we quickly realized that our experiences were quite different from each other. This article will be about my journey and my husband will write about his. We officially decided to leave the church in September 2019, but before diving into the how and why I’d like to give a backstory of how I know Dason as well as my personal experience with the church.

I have known Dason for just over 8 years. I met him when he traveled to Edson to check out a possible job opening. His wife and I have known each other our whole lives as our moms are first cousins. When she and Dason moved up to Edson, we started a friendship that has turned into a relationship I would say is as strong as family. So not only are the Harkers our best friends, they are our family!

              

I’m going start off by saying that going through a faith transition is NOT easy, no matter how a person goes through it or what their experiences are. You not only have to think about how it will affect you but also those around you, such as family, friends, your kids, etc. It makes you go through so many different emotions including, anger, shock, confusion, paranoia, fear, sadness and resentment. So, if you think someone just makes the decision to leave the church on a whim, you are wrong.

              

My husband’s experience in the church was a bit different than my own, mostly because we started out differently. I grew up in an LDS home, but not your typical LDS home. My dad was born into a family that was LDS but was frequently inactive. My mom did not start off LDS. She converted to the religion when I was 5. I remember her taking the missionary discussions; I remember her baptism; and I remember when our family was sealed in the Idaho Falls Temple when I was 6. We were what you would call “Sunday Mormons.” We would go to church as much as possible, but I don’t recall having regular FHE or scripture study or even family prayer, just when it was convenient or when my parents remembered. I knew enough to cruise through primary and Young Women’s class and had what I thought was a testimony that the church was true. I gave talks in sacrament meeting, went to youth camps and activities, went to seminary, memorized scriptures…but I did it because it was what I was expected to do, because all my friends were LDS and doing it, so why not. Even though I grew up in a predominantly LDS community, I was never pressured by my parents to do anything I didn’t want to do regarding church. I just did it because it made me happy at the time and because it was what my friends did. I loved my childhood and I’m grateful that my parents didn’t force me to be a perfect member of the church.  They hoped I would be, but I feel like they still let me choose and didn’t judge me for whatever choices I made. That being said, I’m not suggesting that I didn’t follow the church standards. I did choose to follow the standards and teachings the church expected of its members, and I don’t regret that. It helped me to become who I am today.

              

After high school I attended church while going to university. There was a big Young Adult ward in Edmonton (a couple of them, actually) and all my roommates were LDS, so I just rolled with the punches. That is when I met my husband. When we started dating, we would have conversations about the gospel, and I opened up to him for the first time that I honestly didn’t know that much about the church. I told him that I just went because I liked the people and didn’t really understand all of it. I didn’t even know why I took the sacrament each Sunday. He was shocked but was willing to teach me. Through the year we dated before he left on his mission, as well as writing letters to him while on his mission, I learned a lot from him about the church. I would say I had experiences that made me believe in the church for the first time. I read the Book of Mormon all the way through for the first time too. I began preparing for a temple marriage.

               I wrote my husband all through his mission and when he returned, we were married in the Cardston temple. I went through the temple for my own endowments a month before we were married. I know most people talk about how amazing and spiritual of an experience it was for them, but that wasn’t the case for me. Even though numerous people were telling me it was going to be an uplifting and spiritual event, I thought it was the weirdest thing I had ever experienced in my life! I hated wearing the required undergarments from the first moment I put them on. I felt ugly in them and they continued to make me feel that way throughout the years. That never did change. I thought I was broken because I didn’t feel the same thing as everyone else did. The only thing that I loved about going through the temple was believing I was going to be with the love of my life for eternity. Also, the fact that my dad was able to be there too, considering he was an inactive member for a while, was very special for me. That meant the world to me as I have always been really close with my dad.

               Years went on and I did my part being a believing member of the church. I attended the temple with my husband, albeit not regularly, but enough. I went to church almost every Sunday, even on vacation, (the Harkers can attest to that as we went to church together when we went to Hawaii in 2014). I paid my tithing consistently when I worked or had any increase. I held callings and filled them to my full potential. We had fairly consistent FHE, scripture study, and family prayers with our own little growing family. We baptized all of our kids and even participated in missionary work. We surrounded ourselves with friends that were strong members of the church. All the while there was this something in the back of my mind, deep in my soul. It was an unhappiness and I couldn’t quite figure out what it was. Something just wasn’t right.

               After all of our kids were in school full-time and we had our business up and running successfully, that feeling of unhappiness just got worse. This didn’t make sense to me as I was doing all of the things the church taught would bring me joy. I knew it had nothing to do with my family or my marriage, those were the things I was most happy about. I thought maybe it was because I wasn’t working or didn’t have a career to call my own, so after discussing it with my husband we both agreed it would be good for me to go back to school. I started back at school to become a Registered Massage Therapist, which meant being away from my family and also missing church one weekend a month for 2 years. I loved every minute of my schooling. I missed my family when I had to go away, but I also craved that one weekend a month. I would not wear my garments that one weekend a month because for class we would massage each other, and I just didn’t want to have to answer questions about my special underwear. I started to wonder if, just maybe, I was happier on my weekends away because I didn’t have go to church and I didn’t wear my garments. I was nervous to talk to my husband about this, but I finally did. He was very understanding and supported me, and I decided to stop wearing them, except for Sundays.

              

It was over those next two years that I started to really ponder the possibility that my unhappiness had to do with the church. But that couldn’t be! The church is the reason for happiness, right? This was about the same time that Dason was going through his faith transition. I remember we were visiting the Harkers, and he started a discussion about some issues he had found about the church. He didn’t go into detail as he respected us and our beliefs, but he just wanted to confide in us that he no longer believed. Some of the things he said to us really resonated with me, mostly when he expressed how he felt lighter and happier. I was envious of him. How could he feel better leaving the church? Shouldn’t it have been the opposite? My husband wanted to help him with his questions, so Dason emailed him with a specific question and David tried his hardest to find answers for him. This went on for a while as this issue is a major problem for the church. After a while, Dason suggested they stop going into his concerns. He didn’t want to damage their friendship and it was becoming apparent that there were no faith promoting answers to this specific problem.

Then Dason wrote his blog. I chose to not read his posts as I felt my belief in the church was not strong enough to withstand what Dason had discovered, but my husband did read them. He wanted to be able to help his friend out by truly understanding what he was going through. I don’t want to go too far into his story but my husband didn’t read all of the articles. He specifically stayed away from the posts about Dason’s specific problems with the truth claims of the church, but he was aware there were issues. I didn’t know it at the time, but there were several events and conversations my husband had with a few people that had similar concerns as Dason that built up for him over several months.

              

One night my husband turned to me and said “I think I found some things that I just can’t overlook with the church’s history. I don’t think I believe the church to be true anymore.” After he said that to me, I almost started crying, not because I was upset, but because I was relieved! At that moment it was confirmed to me why I felt those negative feelings my whole life. I realized that I had always known that there were indefensible problems within the church and in the past I had just put them aside. After my husband opened up to me, I just let it all come out to him. I told him that the expectations that the church puts on its members, especially on women, I felt were unrealistic and overwhelming. They give a general feeling of constantly falling short because the expectation is perfection. I realized then that those feelings were feelings of inadequacy!

I felt inadequate because I didn’t fully believe all the doctrines and teachings but couldn’t say anything. I felt inadequate because I was supposed to want to always put the church first, but I didn’t always want to. I felt judged by others because my parents weren’t the perfect members. I hated how when we were together with other church members or family members all they would do was judge others within the church and all the things they weren’t doing right. I let out other issues I had with the church such as treatment of the LGBTQ community, if there was a God why would he be so selective with answering prayers, the one true church claims…I just let everything I felt out, and these were things I just felt or observed. I hadn’t done any research at that point. Why couldn’t I tell him all of this before? I was afraid of being judged or not being understood by the one person that meant the most to me.  Now knowing that he didn’t think the church was true anymore, I felt safe to finally tell him how I felt. He was surprised by my reaction. I think he thought I was going to be upset, not relieved. We had a really long conversation that night and for the first time in our marriage we were able to be entirely open with one another.

              

After that I started to do my own research to either confirm my feelings or build a stronger testimony for myself. I was still open to either side; I just wanted to determine the truth. I started with the Church essays, as that was what my husband suggested as it was a church approved resource. The first ones I read were about the multiple accounts of the first vision and the different story of the translation of the Book of Mormon. I was shocked! Here the church had taught one thing to me my whole life and right there on the church website was an entirely different story that the church fully admitted to being true. Things the church fully denied and even called “Anti-Mormon” several years ago were now being professed as actually true right there on the church website! I felt the essays were written with a “yes this is true or actually happened but…” approach, which actually gave me more anger than resolution.  After reading the other church essay topics, I then decided to read Dason’s blog. It was quite overwhelming.  There was so much information and so much feeling, and I didn’t realize he went through this for so long! A lot of time, energy and research went into those blog entries. Then I read the CES letter. I was done after that. Honestly it did not take me long to make up my mind. What I discovered matched my feelings; it gave me answers. This new information confirmed that the feelings I had were legitimate. I had lived my whole life in the church, and the information I read in those couple of months made more sense than all the information that was fed to me by the church my entire life to that point.

When someone goes through a faith transition, they often talk about having a metaphorical shelf. On this shelf they set things about the church that they come across through their life that they either want to forget, or will come back to later, or that they try to justify. Well, soon that shelf has so much sitting on it that it begins to crack, and you can’t help but try to fix that shelf. You fix it by trying to find answers to those things on that shelf. Eventually you either A) find a way to fix it that works for you and move on or B) discover that your shelf can not be fix and no amount of duct tape will work. The shelf eventually falls apart. The things I first set on my shelf were not so much doctrinal or historical; they were emotional. They were the feelings of inadequacy, the feelings of judgement, the feelings of fatigue and frustration, of feeling second to the church in my own home and marriage, the feelings of wasted time that could have been spent with family, then the feelings of feeling physically unattractive in a garment I was expected to wear. I know this may sound trivial or superficial, but this was one issue that I really struggled with. All of that was enough to crack my shelf. Then finding out the lies of Joseph Smith and the teachings and behavior of Brigham Young (don’t even get me started on those disgusting men), the church’s discrimination of the LGBTQ community, the ban of black people having the priesthood, the incorrect translation of the Book of Abraham, numerous issues with the Book of Mormon, the CONSTANT changing of policies, doctrine, and “eternal truth” (even today). The nail in the coffin for me was tithing or money and the church, how much the church has and the discrepancy with how much they give to help people. Even writing this I’m getting heated.

               I went through so many different feelings over those couple months of research, and honestly sometimes I still go through them, mostly anger. Those who know me know that the absolute worst thing you can do to me is lie to me. I absolutely loathe liars, and here I had been lied to my whole life by the one thing that dictated the morals of how my life should be lived! I was angry for a while. Then I decided to let it go because it was really starting to control my life. I gave myself the permission to live the way I wanted to live, without expectations of perfection, without judgement, just living with love, living knowing the truth.

               After making the decision together that we were ready to leave, we decided that our kids would be who we told first. Again, we decided together that if they still wanted to go to church then we would support them. We wanted to give them the choice what to believe, something I believe neither of us really had. That was a very hard conversation as our kids are between 11 and 15 years of age. Our oldest probably took it the hardest. He was just as confused as we were when we discovered these things. We were honest and upfront about everything and our reasons behind why we were choosing not to go to church anymore. I was more shocked to find out that two of our kids were extremely unhappy in the church as well! I also found out that none of our boys wanted to serve missions and they dreaded that expectation on their lives. They felt they couldn’t talk to us either for fear they would get in trouble or chastised, which they were probably right about. Not living the way the church expects you to live is frowned upon and parents have a responsibility to rear their children to be righteous followers of the church’s teachings. They knew this, and we knew it.  I have never felt more sadness in my life than in that moment. Finding out that my own children couldn’t confide in us was awful and heartbreaking. It was, however, an amazing and eye-opening family conversation, one I will cherish forever. Since then we have weekly family meetings to see how everyone is doing and we talk openly about any issues they may have. Anything goes!! We have had more meaningful conversations with our kids in the last few months than we have had in years, because now they can talk about anything and they know there is no judgement. Our relationships feel more real and meaningful and that alone is incredible.

After our kids, we told our branch president next. We asked to be released from our callings and that was it. The next thing we did was tell our families. We didn’t want to hide who we were to anyone, especially those close to us. I told my family first. My sister was the first one because she is not a member of the church and I knew she would be very understanding, and she was. She was happy for me in fact. Then I told my brother, who is also not a member and he was happy for me too. Then I told my parents. I was so nervous! I was worried about how my mom would react, as she still diligently goes to church and does all the church things including working in the temple. They were both a little shocked at first but very understanding and expressed their love for me and my family. They did exactly what every family should do, support and love your family member no matter what. I have felt nothing but love from them since, and I don’t feel weird or different around them. They even asked for some of the information we came across that changed our minds about the church. I sent it to them and, yes, they actually read it. My dad said he understood why we decided to leave, and he agreed with a lot of the information I shared with him but still believes in God and will continue to live his life the way he sees fit to live it. That’s what I’ve always loved about my dad! My mom also read it but didn’t find any issues with any of the information. I was just happy that they not only were open to what I had to tell them and supported me, but they were also willing to read the issues I had found with the church. That showed true love and support in my eyes. My husband’s family reacted a little differently...but I will leave that up to him to share.

               Overall, we are doing amazing, never been happier. I feel like me for the first time in as long as I can remember. My marriage is stronger than ever; my relationship with my kids is better than ever; and we are more open and honest with each other than we ever have been.

If I had any advice to give, it would be that if someone has issues or doubts with the church, put your feelings of fear and judgement aside and truly listen to them. Research for yourself what they have found, and try to understand them. When someone goes to court, the court doesn’t only hear evidence supporting one side of the argument, they show both sides and then make a decision based on the best evidence. Why should religious beliefs be any different? Before you become the judge and jury, truly try to understand what that friend or family member is going through. My husband did that for his friend. The Harkers were that important to us that we made an effort to understand, and I’m glad we did. My parents did that for me, and even though I may not believe the same as them anymore, it doesn’t mean they love me any less nor treat me any different than before.

Don’t dismiss your thoughts or feelings! Don’t be afraid to ask the hard questions and do some research. If someone gets upset or defensive when you ask a question, maybe that means you need to ask about it some more! Didn’t a certain 14-year-old boy ask questions? So why can’t you? The church preaches free agency, so use that free agency! Decide what’s best for you. Although, I had those feelings for so long, I don’t regret anything in my life. I had a lot of great experiences in the church. It’s how I met my husband. It gave me a starting point on how to teach my kids to be decent human beings. But does the LDS church have the only rights to true happiness or lasting joy? No, it does not. I don’t regret how things turned out or that I didn’t search for truth sooner. Had I decided to search on my own earlier things may have turned out differently. I needed to be patient and wait for my husband to be ready. He needed to discover those things first, and I’m glad he did. I’m glad Dason was brave enough to ask those hard questions and be open enough to share them.

Where am I now? I’m still working on discovering what I believe. Am I sure there is a God? No. Do I believe in being a kind person? Absolutely. Do I have all the answers? No. But that is the point. I focus on trying to not worry about what comes next, because no one knows. Every religion has its theories or beliefs, and some people need those beliefs to feel comfort and happiness. I have discovered that I don’t. I will believe what I want to believe, what I think is the closest to truth, not what a church tells me to believe. I believe it’s important to live and enjoy all the experiences available in life with the ones you love right now, not wait for some future, better time. That is what is most important to me.