My Journey...My Path

I think a great many of us go on some kind of faith journey at some point in our lives. Whether it's as a teenager and you question everything your parents/guardians ever taught you (as teens tend to do), as an adult living away from your parents/guardians for the first time, or at some point in adulthood when you wonder why people believe the way they believe. This is a great introspective look at how you do or don't feel towards any kind of divine being. For some this introspection is fairly painless. For others this is a life altering, pain filled journey. For the rest it lays somewhere in between

When it comes to my faith journey it has run the range of these. As a teen my questioning was fairly painless. I had a desire to know if the divine existed and if Christ was an actual person who cared. This was beautifully confirmed to me as yes...although I know there are others who have never received such confirmation when asking. Moving out of my parents home and embarking on married life led to more ups and downs in my faith journey. I struggled with the idea that my husband was the head of the household and that I was to always defer to him as was being taught by my religion of choice. It was only 2 years into my marriage that this faith came forward and stated in a proclamation that husband and wife are equals. Great in theory, but trying to implement that in my own marriage was less than successful. Being my marriage and my faith became so intertwined, when I divorced my faith faltered drastically.

I had done as so many had encouraged me to do. I had leaned on someone else's testimony until mine became strong enough. At no time was mine all that strong. So to be treated as a pariah in my own ward because I was divorcing hit me even harder and had me questioning more and more why I wanted to be involved in a church that treated it's members this way. I'd even had a bishop tell me that I must have done something wrong if my husband wanted to divorce me...never considering that I was the one who told my husband I wanted a divorce.

Less than a year later I was living with my mom and stepdad. This was not easy. My stepdad and I were prone to butt heads, but I do see now that he was (and is) concerned about me. He and I would talk about the church and I knew his view was fairly negative. But he would also tell me I needed to make up my own mind how I felt about it. Great counsel from an unlikely source. He would even check with me on Sunday mornings to see if I was attending church that day. Something I don't think my mom knows about.

Moving back to Salt Lake I came back to a ward where I had felt most at home during my adult life. It had been about 4 years and a lot of changes had come about. It didn't feel the same although many of the people were still here. It was then that I started to see things differently. I also saw and heard things that bothered me a great deal. My ex-husband was praised by many for all the good he did and how sad they were that he wasn't my husband anymore. It hurt, but I worked to forgive because I was trying to live my life as Christ would as exampled in the New Testament.

Then I met an amazing man. One who was more Christ-like in attitude than anyone I had ever met. Even though he had little he gave it freely to anyone who needed it. He told me he had faith in Jesus, but didn't believe in any specific church. He had studied numerous religions and felt the sting from family when he traveled down different paths. Within a year of meeting him we were married. I'm so grateful to have him as my partner in this life and the next.

He opened my eyes to other ideas in a way I had not looked at them before. Through him, I was able to explore more religions and talk about these religions in a very open and authentic format. We would read excerpts from books and discuss them. It was refreshing to know that he was a seeker of truth as well.

Then we began to attend church together. I learned quickly that I was still "that one person" that would rattle off some comment during a lesson which took it in a completely different direction. And I wasn't alone. So was my husband. It had started to become such an issue that I could, even now, tell you the two teachers who would be willing to call on us in church during a lesson. In the 3 years of varied activity level not once were we asked to speak and only only a couple of times were we asked to teach a lesson. We were the rogue couple. I'd even heard someone say one day to not mind whatever my husband and I said because we just didn't appreciate the gospel the right way. To this day, I don't think the person who spoke those words realized I was within earshot. It stung.

I struggled with so much focus on church leaders yet little focus on Christ. I didn't necessarily have a faith in the leaders but I did have faith in Christ. This fact actually has helped with my journey. I've learned that many who leave the religious institution I have left do so with unbelief in anything. They become atheist. Their faith is so tied to the leadership that when they finally fall away so does their faith. It truly becomes all or nothing.

A big part of my journey has been in looking back, seeing where I was and contrasting that to where I am now. I see growth. However, in doing so, many have taken it as an attack on a specific religious institution. I'll concede that at times it has been. But for the most part it has been a way for me to document the changes I have been going through. In doing this I have lost many people I considered friends. There are neighbors that will no longer acknowledge me when I wave. People in the neighborhood have literally crossed to the other side of the street to avoid all contact. People have told me that they will pray for my eyes to be opened so that I may return to the truth...their truth, not mine.

On the other side of this equation are the people who support me. Who understand that this is my journey and my thoughts. They will ask me questions and be supportive the best that they can. They may even wonder either privately or to me why I've walked away from the religion in which I was raised. I'll talk with them. I'll let them know that I love them and love even those who treat me badly because I understand we all have our own paths. I do realize that not everything I say is going to be positive regarding this prior faith institution. After a 10 year marriage not everything I say about my ex is positive either. But given time and space I can see the redeeming qualities that I once found in him.

The good and redeeming factors are why I left one restoration religion in favor of another. I can see the shared truths and admire those factors. I love that I no longer will sit through a worthiness interview, but am viewed as having inestimable worth by nature of being created in the image of God. I like that when I pay my tithing it isn't a percentage off the top which then requires me to ask for help, but a percentage of what I have left after meeting mine and my families needs. I enjoy the open discourse during Sunday School where differing views are valued. honored, and encouraged instead of being met with "you need to study and pray harder so you can understand what I'm teaching". I love that every week worship service highlights a different place in the world in a prayer for peace and that this place is highlighted and uplifted. I love that there is an ongoing sense of justice and helping to end poverty. Delivering the manna bags to the homeless and speaking with them felt more Christlike than all the time I have spent in the temple. I enjoy reading the Doctrine and Covenants and seeing the differences in the two volumes I own. To see that in one church it is a living document that is still being added to and has great scripture. And I love that it contains the scripture I grew up with as well. I have found new love and appreciation for the sacrament of communion. Rather than being a weekly part of worship it is now monthly and gives more time for personal change. I like that most of the scriptures used are the same, they are just utilized in different ways and researched more thoroughly with sources outside of the faith tradition.

I am grateful and thankful for my life in the church in which I was raised and practiced for so many years. For me it was a stepping stone. It helped to give me a foundation to build upon. While there are many things that I see as hurtful and/or harmful, I am grateful for what I learned prior to this transition of faith. There will still be hurt which translates into anger as I work through the pain. I may not always be the most positive and uplifting in regards to this previous religion. For those who state I'm always being hateful and negative, know that I am not filled with hate towards any church. I just can no longer see it as the One True Church. I see it as One of the Many True Churches. I am working through this in a public way simply because I have learned that I am not alone and others need these words to help them to stand up and not be afraid to travel on the path of their own faith journey.

After all, we all have our own path to travel. At times they will intersect with others. At times it will seem we are on our own. Just remember, my true path may not be your true path. As for me, I am enjoying the trip.

Ordained...Not What You Think It Means

Today the LDS Church released the final essay in a series of 13 essays. It is titled "Joseph Smith's Teachings about Priesthood, Temple, and Women. I was excited to read this essay because I was interested in how the LDS Church was going to respond to the Living Art displays that the Ordain Women movement had outside Temple Square over General Conference weekend. I was expecting full disclosure and an admittance that yes, women once held the priesthood. Instead I read words that were the exact opposite.

The further I read the more I came to realize that once again the Patriarchy had struck. Only this time it was such a direct hit to my spirit that it felt as if my heart would break in two. Not only did they not admit that women had once held the priesthood, but they sought to redefine the term "ordain" as set apart. Evidently the Oxford English dictionary has the definition incorrect. It defines ordain as make someone a priest or minister.

Now some of you may be wondering why, if I've left the LDS Church, does this matter to me. And this is why, I have a daughter who is still active within the LDS Church. She is a feminist (or as she puts it, an equalist). We've spoken a little about women and the priesthood and both feel that it will not happen within the LDS Church. That those who wish to hold the priesthood will need to look elsewhere. And yes, I know this attitude isn't that of a typical feminist. If you noticed, I'm not in the LDS Church anymore either.

After a lifetime of being marginalized and treated as less than, this article confirmed to me that the LDS Church has no desire to make any changes. Even though they are noted as the most frequently changing church in the world. In fact, they are going out of their way to belittle the female membership by treating them as if they are incapable of understanding the meaning of the word ordain.

The other reason this bothers me so much is because it is once again the rewriting of history within the LDS Church. You see, as a child my parents had a series of books about the history of the LDS Church. Now these books are pre-1980's. In fact, I believe they got the books sometime back in the 1960's before as much editing had been done. I figure this because in one volume there is mention of Emma Smith being ordained to the office of High Priest. Yet years later when I came across these volumes in an updated version this was missing. All the ordinations of women to priesthood had been removed. I honestly thought I had imagined it and it weighed heavily on my mind. Neither of my parents recalled such a thing, but they hadn't sat for hours and poured over the books like I had.

What this told me then and tells me now is that the church has a deep rooted desire to prevent women from becoming as equals. You can quote the Proclamation to the Family to me all you want, but it still marginalizes married women as needing to be in the home and not working. If a woman is called to a position her husband must consent first. If a woman goes to a priesthood leader with an issue concerning her husband then his word is taken over hers because she is just a woman.

I have seen this marginalization and poor treatment of women throughout my life. I even went along with it for the sake of not making waves in my home. Being admonished repeatedly by men to not question and to just agree with what they know has always felt belittling. Why should I be less than because I was born a woman? Why am I not worthy of the same love, respect, and trust from God as a man? I'm not. The God I believe in and know to love me unconditionally has found me to have inestimable worth. She sees me as a person of strength because I was made in Her image. To say otherwise is disingenuous. To treat me or any other woman as less than is not following the teachings of Christ. Christ, the one who treated all as equals and placed none lower than himself.

I now stand with my brothers and sisters in Christ and say, "It is enough! It is time to stop the veiled hate-filled words. It is time to see we are all equals in the eyes of God!" As for me, each day I am more and more thankful to have left this institution. It does not mean I will stop fighting for the rights of my sisters in Christ. As a seminary teacher once told me to do, "Fight the good fight!" And so I shall.

Just Call Me Grace

As a child I tended to be rather accident prone. I tripped up stairs, not just down them. Wrecking on my bike was pretty regular. Thankfully I was never seriously injured or broke a bone. My mom commented more than once that it was a good thing my name wasn't Grace. When I was about 9 or 10 I received a necklace for my birthday. The pendant on this necklace had a line of a Mother Goose poem on it. "Tuesday's child is full of grace". My parents gave me this because I had been born on a Tuesday, but first I thought they were teasing me for being so klutzy. Up to that point the name or word grace had a very negative connotation.

Even now when I trip or stumble I joke that it's a good thing my name isn't grace. And as luck would have it, I have a daughter with my knack for tripping over flat surfaces. We joke about how I considered naming her Grace, but didn't want to put that kind of pressure on a child of mine. However there is beauty in this word, Grace.

As a child I also heard frequently on the news about Princess Diana and the grace she exhibited. I took this to mean she moved beautifully. So I would watch how she walked and when no one was around I tried to copy her movements. As I moved into those awkward teen years I gave up on moving gracefully.  Instead I started to learn that someone having grace meant more than just their physical movements. It meant to behave with dignity and to be distinguished in attitude. This is the kind of grace I could relate to. As it turns out, I'm not as graceful as I'd like to be.

Growing up LDS there weren't many women who were held up as examples, but Emma Smith was one with whom I always wanted to know more about. I wanted to understand why she was held in high esteem. As I've read numerous accounts of interactions with her I have learned that she exhibited grace. She faced some of the biggest struggles a person can face, yet she showed grace in her daily interactions with people.

When I realized that she didn't come west with the rest of the saints I wanted to understand why. For such a gracious woman it seemed disingenuous for her to not go with the main body of the church. My heart hurt to know she had turned her back on all her husband had brought forth. When I sought to learn more about the RLDS Church I was told not to bother because "they are just apostates". Yet I was continually drawn to them.

When the temple was built and dedicated I hung on to the newspaper clipping from the Salt Lake Tribune for years. I was enamored with this amazing building and the people who built it. I remember talking with my dad about it and him telling me to steer clear of them because they are apostates. My husband cautioned me to do the same. Eventually the newspaper clipping disappeared. But this fascination did not, it just lay dormant.

When my marriage fell apart I was looking for a way to cope with everything. It took about 9 months into separation and I crumbled emotionally. My ability to cope was gone and my kids went to live with their dad and I moved in with my mom. I had to find my center. I had to gain my strength.

It is this move that truly started me on the trajectory towards taking that step through the door of the local Community of Christ congregation.I found work quickly in the deli at a local supermarket. My manager is an amazing woman raised in the baptist faith. She was unlike any other baptist I had ever met. She has grace, and not just in the sense of dignity. We frequently spoke to about religion and the differences in our religious paths. This was the first time I heard about grace in terms of Christ. I mean, yes he showed grace and dignity, but I didn't get what she was referring to when she said, "by the grace of Christ."

I just didn't get it. At the age of 30 I had no clue what the Grace of Christ even meant, but I felt like it was important to understand. I spoke with my bishop and he told me that all other Christian religions believe you are saved by just believing in Christ but that isn't how it works. You have to have faith, repent of your sins, be baptized and confirmed, and then do good works. He really emphasized the good works.

Now good works are not a bad thing. Doing good to and for others is very important as it exhibits Christ-like attributes. But just having faith in Jesus isn't the same as understanding grace. I slowly came to realize that grace is this huge component to discipleship that I just didn't understand. I went to the local Catholic Church for mass and talked to the priest, but I still didn't understand what grace was. I spoke with the pastor at the local Assembly of God and was invited to attend worship services. But my questions were not answered. Somehow I knew there was more to it than I was finding.

I read books by Christian authors, both non-fiction and fiction. But I just wasn't grasping this concept of grace. 6 years into this quest I attended church with one of my best friends at her church, Granger Christian Church. I had so many questions and suddenly here were people excited to field my questions. And I learned how integral understanding grace is to having a relationship with the divine.

I finally understood grace in a way that is so hard to explain. Grace is the all encompassing love of the Divine. It is what allows us to be welcomed into his/her presence. It is embodied in the flesh by the Son of Man. And is all around us in the whisperings of the Holy Spirit. Grace is bigger than we can imagine yet has the ability to touch the individual soul of a non-believer.

It was this understanding and acceptance of grace that saved me. I stood at the front of the church and stated that I am a sinner and it is only through His grace that I am saved. I accepted him into my life and have only been the richer for it. So with this new found understanding I was able to move forward finally and work towards being more like Christ because I finally understood what His "Saving Grace" meant.

I returned to the LDS Church (a story for another day) and tried to bring that feeling and purpose with me. It was soon obvious to me that I was different than everyone else. I saw things through a different lens and it wasn't always appreciated or liked. When I would bring up this idea of grace it was met with good works. But I knew to be saved was to accept grace.

Then a article by Russell M. Nelson was brought to my attention. The article entitled "Divine Love" was in the February 2003 Ensign. In this talk Elder Nelson stated that God's love is conditional. He even goes further to use scripture to show how this love is conditional. I was so rattled. All I could think is that, as a mother, I do not place conditions on my love for my children. And if we are all children of the Divine then why would our love for our children be different than His/Her love for us? It almost felt like it was giving people an excuse to turn their backs on their children when those children chose a different path. Talk about harmful.

This stuck with me because I was so rattled by the idea that Divine Love was conditional. So I did what any other Mormon does in time of questioning, I prayed. I read the scriptures, I fasted and prayed and read the scriptures. I spoke to my bishop and was told to pray, fast, and read my scriptures. And what did I get for all of this? An answer. And it wasn't the answer I was expecting. Instead of being told that others would come to my understanding I was told to seek out more of these truths. For most, this has been seen as a faith crisis. Now, just to clarify, this wasn't my only question but one of many questions. But this is the only question I'm addressing right now.

I continued to pray and ask questions and search. All of this questioning led me to finding my way to Community of Christ. It led me to my spiritual home. And I am truly blessed. These blessings were never as apparent as in the last week as we, as a family, have had the opportunity to sit and listen to the Prophet-President Steve Veazey. Not just listen to him, but to talk with him and ask him questions. This is something that I still cannot imagine happening within the LDS world. I went into these meetings with a prayer in my heart that I would receive witness to the truthfulness of my faith journey. While I've already felt confirmation that this was where I belonged, I wanted to know for myself that this unassuming man is a prophet Again, in this same church, I heard a voice speak to me that Steve Veazey is chosen as prophet-president. That he was chosen through love and discernment.

I love that in those moments of quietude in a place of openness and welcome the spirit speaks so loudly to me. That I am able to know of Divine Grace. At this point I am taking the challenge to offer everyone that same grace that the Divine has given me. I know I shall falter and make mistakes, but if I can help just one person feel that same love that my old boss helped me to feel the journey will be worth it.

The Worth of a Soul

Remember the worth of souls is great in the sight of God; for, behold, the Lord your Redeemer suffered death in the flesh; wherefore he suffered the pain of all men (people), that all men (people) might repent and come to him. —Doctrine and Covenants 16:3c

From the earliest days you have been given a sacred principle that declares the inestimable worth of persons. Do not forget. —Doctrine and Covenants 162:6a

As a pre-teen my parents became inactive. My mom had begun to openly smoke again. We no longer went to church. I typically only went if a Primary teacher/leader or friend picked me up. When I did go the lingering smell of cigarette smoke made me the different one. The fact that I didn't regularly attend made me different. Being different in the LDS Church is not a good thing. I had thoughts and ideas that didn't necessarily match up with my leaders. When I hit my teen years I typically attended to spend time outside of school with my friends. However, I was still not treated as one of the group by everyone. I even remember hearing other young women comment on the fact that I didn't belong at church and that I wasn't worthy to attend church because I didn't come every week. That definitely made it harder for me to attend weekly. It also added to my questioning.

I remember saying something to one of my older brothers about being told I wasn't worthy to attend church. He looked at me and told me that church is for the sinner. Because of that, we are all worthy to attend. Of course, he did’t attend either so I didn't put much stock in his words at that time. My grandma would tell me to attend for the teachings and not the people. She did attend church, but was an old person so how could she understand what I was feeling.

After I was married and our bishopric found out that we had only just married yet had a 4 month old child I felt that I had lost my worth.  So when I received a calling to be a Primary teacher I was shocked. Then I realized the bulk of the younger women were all in the Primary made me realize that this is just where they put us.  And being I had never taught before I doubted my worth as a teacher.

For the next 22 years I fought with feelings of worthlessness in the church. The last 6 years have been the worst. In 2007 I had begun a relationship with a man who stated he was in the midst of a divorce that would soon be finalized. As mine was just about finalized I saw no issue with us seeing each other. Within just a few months we had moved in together. Partly because he had nowhere else to live and partly because it was just plain nice to have a man in the home again. For the next 2 years I waited for his divorce to finalize just as mine had not long after we began co-habitating. I finally called the courthouse to find out the status of his divorce only to be learn that the case was closed because of no action on it. When I confronted him, things did not go well. Shortly thereafter I told him to leave and never come back.

Because of my religious upbringing and life I felt it required to go to my bishop and confess my lifestyle choice and the changes I needed to make. A bishop’s court was convened and I found myself sitting before men I had respect for telling them things I never wanted to have to say out loud again. I was already ashamed that I had been used to play a hurtful game and that I’d also risked my kids’ hearts in the midst of it. But now I had to sit before these men and explain all the horrible and wrong things I had done over the previous 2 years. I was certain I would be excommunicated and almost welcomed the verdict. Imagine my surprise when I was “only” disfellowshipped.

Disfellowshipping in the LDS Church carries its own stigma separate from excommunication. I actually thing excommunication is kinder. When you are disfellowshipped the ward leaders are all quietly told. They are asked not to say anything to anyone, but that is never the case. It gets around quickly. When I showed up to church I realized people knew because no one sat by me except two very loyal friends. Most people barely acknowledged my existence in the room. I was unable to participate in lessons, say prayers, or partake of the sacrament. I basically had to come to church then sit down and shut up.

I think the worst part was not taking the sacrament. There are only two ways to handle this. One is to leave the chapel just before the sacrament is passed and hide out in some hidden corner until it’s over. Two is to sit in the chapel and refuse the bread and water when it comes to you. When you do the latter people wonder why and will ask you after the meeting. If you try to avoid the question they just get more insistent or they ask your children what’s going on with you. Then everyone knows you have no worth – at least according to the standards of the LDS Church.

Now I’m not saying this to be hateful towards the LDS Church. I made my choices and that included going to the bishop. What I hadn't anticipated was the way the members within my own ward would soon be treating me. Again, not everyone treated me poorly, but even one person is one too many. I was already doing penance, yet some felt this was not enough. Some felt it important to remind me very publicly to not participate. They seem to seek me out to shame me.

 I've been told that what I felt was guilt for my actions, not shame. What I've since learned about shame and guilt is best summed up by Brene Brown. She states on her website the following:

Based on my research and the research of other shame researchers, I believe that there is a profound difference between shame and guilt. I believe that guilt is adaptive and helpful – it’s holding something we've done or failed to do up against our values and feeling psychological discomfort.

I define shame as the intensely painful feeling or experience of believing that we are flawed and therefore unworthy of love and belonging – something we've experienced, done, or failed to do makes us unworthy of connection. 

I definitely felt shame and judgement. I felt that I had not met the standards set by the church and therefore I no longer had any worth. Eventually I quit attending church. One night I called one of my best friends in tears. I was so tired of feeling worthless. I had been diagnosed with Lupus shortly before and thought of it as a punishment for my failure to live worthily. Thankfully she knocked that nonsense out of my head. She invited me to attend church with her. Thus began my fellowship with Granger Christian Church.

Now to be raised Mormon and suddenly attend a more mainstream Christian church with real intent of learning not just experiencing is culture shock. Not once did they mention how we have to live life by meeting certain requirements outside of acknowledging and accepting Christ as the Savior, admitting we are sinners, and inviting him into our lives. For the first time in my life I said The Lord’s Prayer as if it were a prayer and not as if it were just lyrics to the latest choir song. It actually had meaning in my life. Each week at church they would invite those to the front who were ready to commit their lives to Christ. Week after week I felt compelled but did nothing. Then suddenly one week I found myself walking to the front. I had been Saved!

My bishop had become aware of our attendance at a different church. I was called in to his office to discuss it. I told him that I was not interested in attending the LDS Church at this time, but it could always change. I was certain I’d be excommunicated. Instead I was told that as long as I attended a different church to never expect the LDS Church to help with anything. That my family could be starving to death and the LDS Church still wouldn't help. I stood and walked out of his office.

A few short weeks later I met my husband. We continued to attend church for a few months together but slowly quit going. Not that I don’t love Granger Christian Church, because I do. But because it still didn't quite feel like the right place for me spiritually. But I had learned the importance of grace. Without grace nothing else matters. You can do all the good works you want but without grace you cannot be saved.

By the end of that year we had started attending our ward again. A new bishop and hopefully a new chance to find my worth. You see, I had always placed my worth on what is essentially a checklist of items required by the LDS Church. I had been baptized. Taken out my endowments. Sealed in the temple. Attend my church meetings as regularly as my work schedule permitted. Paid my tithing even if it meant I had to turn around and ask the bishop for financial help. My membership was fully reinstated shortly after we returned to the LDS Church. Yet I still felt unworthy. There were those who still knew how I had previously led my life and they judged me.

Every week I attended church was a struggle. It was a struggle to get out of bed. It was a struggle to get my family up and ready. It was a struggle to sit through meetings. The only thing that wasn't a struggle was coming home and changing out of that blasted skirt or dress. Then the time came for me to renew my temple recommend. I went through the checklist of questions, but still wondered if I was being fully honest or deceiving myself. I went to the stake and answered the questions and still wondered. Yet somehow I became a recommend carrying member again. But I couldn't get myself to attend the temple. I made some excuses like I didn’t want to go alone or I couldn't find anyone to go with. Knowing full well that those were just excuses. I went with an old coworker to perform baptisms for the dead and felt like I wasn’t worthy because of my past.

Then one of my best friends died. I was beyond devastated. It is 3 years this month that she has been gone. And it’s still just as fresh as the day it happened. So in an effort to be closer to her I attended the temple. Not just once but daily until the day of her funeral. I went by myself or found people to go with me. I found peace, but not in doing the work. No I found peace just sitting in the chapel before the session would start. I found peace in just sitting in the quiet of the day. And I felt her near me from time to time. And for a moment I felt worth again. She found me a worthy person to know. She had always told me I had worth, especially when I thought I didn’t have any. Saying goodbye to her is still one of the hardest things I’ve had to do. Because of her I knew I had to find my sense of worth again.

I began to read my scriptures more diligently. I prayed morning and night. If called to help I jumped in to do so. I served in my calling to the best of my ability. Yet that feeling of worth still didn’t come back to me. I went to the doctor because I was becoming very depressed and she put me back on antidepressants. I felt ashamed for needing them and my sense of worth fell further away. But I kept trying because I knew if I just stuck to that list of what gets you to the celestial kingdom that my worth would come back to me. But slowly and methodically all my prayers and scripture reading started to take me away from the church.

It wasn't just this feeling of being unworthy that led me away. It was also a lifetime of questioning. My husband would ask me questions as well and I never felt like I could adequately answer him. So I studied harder to be a better Mormon. Yet the more I studied the more I was taken down a path that led away from the church. But how could this be? This is supposed to be “The One True Church” and only those who will truly get to live with Christ are members…or are they?

The day finally came that we attended Community of Christ. Now I had been checking out the website for quite some time and one of the things that caught my attention was the concept of the “Worthof All Persons”. I kept praying to know if this was true. If I had already been found worthy. That it wasn't dependent on checkmarks on a list. I have no doubt that it was the answer to these prayers that led me to ask my husband if we could attend a service. I've previously written about that experience so I won’t go into it here.

It has been here that the idea of grace and worth have finally come together for me. I feel worth and not just spiritually. I feel worth in every aspect of my life. Let me tell you, it is empowering to know, without a doubt, you have worth. That regardless of what anyone thinks of you, the Lord knows your worth and he/she has never doubted your divine nature. Such peace came into my life with this knowledge.

So what brought about this post at this time? Well today, as I was feeling sorry for myself being stuck at work on a Saturday, I decided to listen to the latest podcast on Project Zion. The women on this particular podcast spoke the words of my heart. It was as if someone had reached inside me and presented them with my thoughts and feelings of unworthiness. The raw emotion came rushing back and I knew it was time to let this wound fully close and heal. So thank you to the women who recorded this podcast. Thank you for helping me to heal and reminding me how great is the worth of a soul.

Misdirection and Marginalization

About 5 years into my marriage things were not well. We fought often and frequently did not speak to each other. I was working a part time job as a preschool teacher. Our oldest was in kindergarten. Life was not happy. We had sold our home and moved back to apartment living. I liked our apartment as we had more actual living space than our house. We had some good neighbors. And we were living in the same Ward as my only living Grandma. She was not (and still isn't) a busy body. 

After only a few months of living at this new place I realized just how unhappy I was in my marriage. And then the rumors started. In the Ward was an old girlfriend of my husband's. It only took a short amount of time before rumors started about an affair between them. I confronted him and he denied. I confronted her and she denied. Yet I still doubted. People were treating me differently at church and conversation would stop when I walked into a room. I started asking around our complex and continued to doubt. 

I was called into the bishop's office one evening. I was half expecting to receive some sort of calling but was met with something entirely different. The bishop was aware of the rumors and had his own advice to give me. He must've figured I was contemplating divorce. Little did he know that this wasn't the first time it had been on my mind. He asked me to read out loud Mark 10:2-12.

2 The Pharisees came and asked Him, “Is it lawful for a man to divorce his wife?” testing Him. 

3 And He answered and said to them, “What did Moses command you?” 

4 They said, “Moses permitted a man to write a certificate of divorce, and to dismiss her.” 

5 And Jesus answered and said to them, “Because of the hardness of your heart he wrote you this precept. 6 But from the beginning of the creation, God ‘made them male and female.’ 7 ‘For this reason a man shall leave his father and mother and be joined to his wife, 8 and the two shall become one flesh’; so then they are no longer two, but one flesh. 9 Therefore what God has joined together, let not man separate.” 

10 In the house His disciples also asked Him again about the same matter. 11 So He said to them, “Whoever divorces his wife and marries another commits adultery against her. 12 And if a woman divorces her husband and marries another, she commits adultery.”

As I read this out loud my heart began to drop. When I was finished, this bishop looked at me and told me that the Lord had revealed to him as the bishop and a worthy priesthood holder that I needed to forgive my husband, trust him, and focus on my marriage. He told me that anytime I felt like divorce was the answer to read this passage and remind myself it meant that I was willing to be called an adulterer. 

I walked out of his office absolutely fuming. When I arrived home I was met with a very bewildered husband who was told I would not attend church as long as this bishop was our bishop. I told him I was done. I knew instinctively that this scripture was being used as a weapon. We attempted to move our records to another Ward but the bishop refused without meeting with us. So we went and when I told him what he had done he stated that because he is older and wiser and more adept and understanding the Lord I was jealous. He stated he would not permit our records to be moved. I told him I would never attend the Ward as long as he was bishop. 

My husband was so confused. He seemed to feel justified in his words and actions by this bishop. I felt attacked and made to be less than in a marriage which, according the the Proclaimation on the Family, stated we are equals...but really we never were. He viewed himself as the head and ruler with me as an underling only slightly higher in rank than our children. 

That fall, 1999, we temporarily separated. It only lasted about a month, but it did help us with somewhat of a reset to our relationship. We set some rules of communication and focused harder on our marriage. Things started to even out. But that scripture passage was the real reason I didn't follow through with a divorce. I felt like I'd need to wear a scarlet A on all my clothing if we divorced. Certainly not the reason to stay together. 

The truly sad part is this was not the last bishop to use this passage of scripture with me as a way to remain married. The marriage was not healthy for either of us. We had both become very emotionally abusive with one another. Ultimatums were the norm. Bouts of childish not speaking to one another occurred as well. Yet we were told time and again to follow the teachings in this passage. We made it to one marriage counseling session. It was abismally bad and a different counselor was not sought. 

Looking back I feel sorry for this couple who felt forced together and threatened who divorce was considered. When the unhealthy relationship was only going to grow more unhealthy. Oh I was good at putting up an "All is well" front. On occasion I would slip and he would correct me. But happily married we were not. 

It wasn't until a couple of weeks ago that the pain, hurt, and anger from this passage began to heal. First, I needed that first marriage to appreciate who I am with now. And to prepare me for who I am with. Second, this scripture was seriously misused. It was wielded as a weapon instead of being used as a balm. Through a great Sunday School lesson I've found new meaning and see this now as a reminder as to how NOT to treat those who are marginalized by society. The Lord does see us as equals. Yet we still manage to divide ourselves. This scripture is a lesson to lift up those who are marginalized. It helps to read the next 4 verses. 

13 Then they brought little children to Him, that He might touch them; but the disciples rebuked those who brought them. 14 But when Jesus saw it, He was greatly displeased and said to them, “Let the little children come to Me, and do not forbid them; for of such is the kingdom of God. 15 Assuredly, I say to you, whoever does not receive the kingdom of God as a little child will by no means enter it.” 16 And He took them up in His arms, laid His hands on them, and blessed them.

Children in the time of Christ were some of the most marginalized. Their value was in what they could do to help provide for the family and did not have the value they have today. I have felt marginalized by a church that placed men and priesthood higher than anything else. So much time spent feeling less than when in His eyes I am no higher or lower than the person next to me. 

I could go on and on about the horrible men these bishops were to me, but I no longer feel that anger. Learning to see these scriptures in a new light has begun to heal a very deep wound. I'd still rather not be around these people, but I am no longer angry. I am finding peace, love, and acceptance. 

Can I Be Authentically Me?

A few people recently pointed out to me that I can celebrate the new direction my life is going without tearing down the LDS Church. That all I'm doing is being hateful towards the church and tried to tell others they should feel the same way. So I've gone back and looked at my posts and tried to use a critical eye. A couple of years ago I would have felt bad for the person writing such things because they had obviously had numerous church leaders and priesthood holders use their position and/or authority as a weapon. I would do my best to understand their anger and put myself in their shoes. I guess that makes me different from most. And that is fine.

In recent days, since the LDS General Conference, I have found that many who stated they support me were only doing so as long as I didn't point out anything that might appear negative towards "the church." So when I pointed out that the new apostles called dies appointed me because they are older white men from Utah it was not well received. Technically this is true. They are each 60 years of age or older, Caucasian, and all reside in Utah (although on spent much of his youth in Sweden). I stated my disappointment that there is no racial diversity among the Quorum of Twelve. That at a time such as this one would think this was important. I then stated that I am glad that Community of Christ has such diversity amongst the Council of Twelve. Evidently this comparison is hateful. 

I've been called out on meme's I've posted which reference Doctrine & Covenants (CoC version) as being falsehoods and following Satan. Meanwhile many of these same people are telling me that I'll come back to the LDS Church and forget all this nonsense. These comments do not exactly make me want to race to the nearest Ward house and beg forgiveness. They actually have succeeded in pushing me further away. 

A brief side note here...I do have some great LDS friends who are very supportive and we've agreed to disagree. These friends are as rare and valuable as a precious gem. I thank the Lord daily for their existence in my life. 

Early this morning I decided to respond to something my husband shared. It was met with such hatred my heart broke. I felt as if I no longer had any worth. That this faith journey I've been on for so long wasn't as valid as I thought if all I could do was attack their precious religion. 

I was sitting at work in near tears. I took my break and wandered into the empty break room. I had previously posted about this attack in the LDS Seekers group on Facebook. I read the outpouring of love and support. I then opened my email and found the Daily Bread blog post for today. This gave me strength. With a prayer in my heart and my spirit re-centered I returned to my job. My co-worker noticed a change in me and asked what was going on. So I showed her the comments made and she gave me a hug and told me what an amazing and strong woman I am. I felt better. I also read some messages I had from friends who have become great supporters of my family during this religious transition.

At lunch I sat and read information on the Community of Christ website and prayed some more. I also tried to stand up for myself on that specific Facebook thread and was cut down again. It led to yet more people I know being blocked so I don't have to deal with their hate filled words towards me. And then I decided I needed to reread the Enduring Principles again. The one that spoke the strongest to me at this point was the Worth of all Persons. I felt Him speak to me through these words and remind me that regardless of what others around me think He knows my worth. That He knows the worth of us all as it is He who created us all. He has guided me to this place at this time to finally learn that no person/business/religion can determine my worth. He has let me know that my worth cannot be measured by human standards. And when it comes down to it, only His opinion is what truly matters.

So while I am still hurt, I am not angry. I am at peace with my creators. It is my duty to strive harder to be a better person and to ask forgiveness when it is needed. I also have reminded myself that it is not my duty to be responsible for how others may respond to what I say but to try to say it in as little of an offensible way as possible. If I say something you don't like, that's ok. Remember, this is my journey, not yours. I don't expect you to see it from my shoes. I'm sharing this for me, not necessarily for you. For this is MY truth.