Introducing the Village idiot
Posted: Thu Nov 10, 2016 9:26 pm
So I finally have a minute to share my intro 2.0
All the check boxes: BIC, Eagle, RM, MIT, BYU (3 degrees, not all of glory), 5 daughters, EQP, YMP, BP Counselor, HP Assistant (current), all that! I was a black and white, full believing, kool-aid guzzling, hook swallowing, blind following, TBM for 40 years.
Yeah, I had my faults. I sipped a wine cooler in HS, listened to a Jazz playoff game in SM, lusted after a few hotties, broke curfew behind a chastity line at Ricks, and was pretty prideful most of the time. BUT I was a good kid/man. I bought the whole story and wad proud to be the elect, saved for the last days, with a testimony of God's church and a bearer of His PH.
I suppose I had a few questions about dinosours, big foot, evolution, and the seemingly inefficient plan of salvation, but I will all work out in the end.
My dad was a convert and had an amazing testimony, swing angels a few times and getting revelation (he was bishop during my teen years). He wanted to raise us in Provo, not in the ghetto of St Louis where he grew up. We were the perfect front row mormon family.
Soon after marriage DW had concerns about polygamy and I thought she was weak of faith because it was obviously an eternal principle. I ran into FARMS online in the early days and found it reassuring. In fact I went there t learn how Noah could have pulled it all off, and they settled it for me.
I was in a bishopric at 30 and DW bought me a great book on our founder, the Rough Stone Rolling that she saw in Deseret Book for Christmas. I lived it and how it confirmed to me all these great things that JS did. I could always relate to him for some reason. A few insignificant things ended up on the shelf after that.
A friend of mine started a blog (Rational Faiths) and I followed a bit. I don't even recall what sucks me in really. I turned 40 and sort of had a mid-life crisis on a trip to Vegas. I felt like I just didn't know what the purpose of it all was, so I started to search.
For 6 months or so I went slow, reading blogs and LDS cannon. I read the BOM, PofGP, and BofA all in that time. I never loved the temple, but I went in search of truth. ONE thing kept bugging me, the Old Testament timeline. Did it all really start 6k years ago? Was there really an Adam and Eve? ( the temple was always literal to me, but it seemed too scripted). What about Noah, that condenses humanity and the animal kingdom even more? What about fossils and evolution? I had learned about these things in my pre-vet med at BYU, but there was always a faithful answer.
I decided to probe further. I took a paleoanthropology course online. I watched a ton of youtube. I found podcasts, and eventually Mormon Stories, among others. This was 2015, but I started at the beginning. I loved John Dehlin and his search for history and truth. I was in it with him.
I have a gay brother and researched that world. I have black cousins and researched the ban. I have 5 daughters and considered their future in patriarchy.
I opened my heart and mind. I fought it all back with confirmation bias and rationalization. I knew there were answers, and they must come from God. Cognitive dissonance grew.
I ran into the BofA stuff online and from various sources. That blew it up for me. I allowed myself to really doubt and to accept the truth from the data. I explored everything. I read any book I could find on church history, on biblical authorship, on evolution, genetics, biology, human history. The world wasn't 6k years old. Evolution happened. There was no global flood. There was no tower of Babel.
What does this all mean? I found NOM at some point and realized I was not alone. That was huge. I wish I could go back and look at NOM 1.0 posts of my Faith Crisis. It was my de facto journal.
I was terrified DW would leave. I have caused some pain and fear in her life due to my FC. SHE has learned to trust that I live her and will do whatever it takes to stay together and raise the girls the way she chooses. She loves me. She let's me drink my cold coffee, and pay a modified tithing (to adjust for overpayment of gross when net would have been sufficient all these years), and I go with her.
I have found fellow closet doubters, NOM's, ATFers, and nuanced Mormons. I am in the middle (Malcolm in the middle) and living in The Village (see the movie). THIS is my tribe. I love these people and I know why they are who they are. It is working for now, maybe forever.
Thanks for letting me be my real me here!
All the check boxes: BIC, Eagle, RM, MIT, BYU (3 degrees, not all of glory), 5 daughters, EQP, YMP, BP Counselor, HP Assistant (current), all that! I was a black and white, full believing, kool-aid guzzling, hook swallowing, blind following, TBM for 40 years.
Yeah, I had my faults. I sipped a wine cooler in HS, listened to a Jazz playoff game in SM, lusted after a few hotties, broke curfew behind a chastity line at Ricks, and was pretty prideful most of the time. BUT I was a good kid/man. I bought the whole story and wad proud to be the elect, saved for the last days, with a testimony of God's church and a bearer of His PH.
I suppose I had a few questions about dinosours, big foot, evolution, and the seemingly inefficient plan of salvation, but I will all work out in the end.
My dad was a convert and had an amazing testimony, swing angels a few times and getting revelation (he was bishop during my teen years). He wanted to raise us in Provo, not in the ghetto of St Louis where he grew up. We were the perfect front row mormon family.
Soon after marriage DW had concerns about polygamy and I thought she was weak of faith because it was obviously an eternal principle. I ran into FARMS online in the early days and found it reassuring. In fact I went there t learn how Noah could have pulled it all off, and they settled it for me.
I was in a bishopric at 30 and DW bought me a great book on our founder, the Rough Stone Rolling that she saw in Deseret Book for Christmas. I lived it and how it confirmed to me all these great things that JS did. I could always relate to him for some reason. A few insignificant things ended up on the shelf after that.
A friend of mine started a blog (Rational Faiths) and I followed a bit. I don't even recall what sucks me in really. I turned 40 and sort of had a mid-life crisis on a trip to Vegas. I felt like I just didn't know what the purpose of it all was, so I started to search.
For 6 months or so I went slow, reading blogs and LDS cannon. I read the BOM, PofGP, and BofA all in that time. I never loved the temple, but I went in search of truth. ONE thing kept bugging me, the Old Testament timeline. Did it all really start 6k years ago? Was there really an Adam and Eve? ( the temple was always literal to me, but it seemed too scripted). What about Noah, that condenses humanity and the animal kingdom even more? What about fossils and evolution? I had learned about these things in my pre-vet med at BYU, but there was always a faithful answer.
I decided to probe further. I took a paleoanthropology course online. I watched a ton of youtube. I found podcasts, and eventually Mormon Stories, among others. This was 2015, but I started at the beginning. I loved John Dehlin and his search for history and truth. I was in it with him.
I have a gay brother and researched that world. I have black cousins and researched the ban. I have 5 daughters and considered their future in patriarchy.
I opened my heart and mind. I fought it all back with confirmation bias and rationalization. I knew there were answers, and they must come from God. Cognitive dissonance grew.
I ran into the BofA stuff online and from various sources. That blew it up for me. I allowed myself to really doubt and to accept the truth from the data. I explored everything. I read any book I could find on church history, on biblical authorship, on evolution, genetics, biology, human history. The world wasn't 6k years old. Evolution happened. There was no global flood. There was no tower of Babel.
What does this all mean? I found NOM at some point and realized I was not alone. That was huge. I wish I could go back and look at NOM 1.0 posts of my Faith Crisis. It was my de facto journal.
I was terrified DW would leave. I have caused some pain and fear in her life due to my FC. SHE has learned to trust that I live her and will do whatever it takes to stay together and raise the girls the way she chooses. She loves me. She let's me drink my cold coffee, and pay a modified tithing (to adjust for overpayment of gross when net would have been sufficient all these years), and I go with her.
I have found fellow closet doubters, NOM's, ATFers, and nuanced Mormons. I am in the middle (Malcolm in the middle) and living in The Village (see the movie). THIS is my tribe. I love these people and I know why they are who they are. It is working for now, maybe forever.
Thanks for letting me be my real me here!