Sometimes I think about all the ways life would be easier if I weren’t a Mormon.
Depending on your experience, being Mormon may look hard. There’s an awful lot of church things I do on a regular basis, there’s about a thousand church related things I *could* be doing, a lot more I probably *should* be doing and a whole lot of stereotypical things you will never find me doing. (I swear it’s not in the handbook that Mormons have to be crafty because hi, me.)
Chances are you fall into one of the following categories:
A) Mormon. If so, hi!
B) Mormons don’t drink coffee or alcohol which NO THANK YOU, LEAVE NOW, AMEN.
C) I’m very happy with my own religion, thank you very much.
D) I’m very happy without any religion, thank you very much.
Mormons are big on missionary work, hence the nicely dressed young men and women that have probably come knocking at your door during naptime (sorry about that.) You see, you never know who’s going to be looking for religion or where they might be, so those missionaries have to knock on a lot of doors to find the people who need or want what they have to offer. They’re always going to be painfully optimistic if you open your door because YOU MAY BE THE ONE (even if you’re not) and since talking about church is basically their job for two years they’re terribly enthusiastic about it.
It’s a very green eggs and ham type situation, but hopefully no Mormons in your life are as pushy as Sam I Am. The missionaries and other Mormons will keep on offering it up, and occasionally someone will give it a try and likes it.
Growing up in Utah, Mormonism was offered to me on an almost weekly basis in various ways. It wasn’t until I met Cody that I decided to give it a try, and what do you know, I liked it.
I also know a lot of people who have tried it, hated it, and have wanted noting to do with it ever again Sam I Am.
Missionary work in the traditional sense makes me terribly uncomfortable. For the longest time I had this idea that missionary work was like saying “I know better than you, I live better than you and I’m going to give you the opportunity to live as well as I do.”
Some people I know are amazing at walking up to someone and starting a conversation about religion, I am not one of them.
On the other hand I am more than happy to sit behind my computer screen and show several thousand strangers what being a Mormon is like for me. It’s sometimes very hard, it’s sometimes very frustrating, it’s usually very rewarding, it’s generally very easy, it’s very rarely crafty and it is so much a part of who I am that I can easily give credit to God for every good thing in my life.
Even my agnostic best friend who claims foreveralone. Yep, God gave you to me. Not sure who gave me to you, but you know my end of the story so go with it.
At times I’ve thought that I should leave church to the people who really know what they’re doing. The people who do everything they’re supposed to be doing and live their lives according to all the handbooks (yes, there are handbooks.)
In my younger years I was a dancer. To this day every part of me wants to dance and even more parts of me miss dancing more than I miss certain parts of my youth.
I watched as the tall thin girls who were all legs and no boobs went off to college with dance scholarships then on to promising contracts with various ballet companies.
Does the fact that I don’t perform to audiences every night lessen my love of dance? Absolutely not.
I am not on the front lines of Mormonism. I couldn’t throw down in a heated gospel debate nor could I teach you everything there is to know about scriptures, church history or doctrine. There are still parts of it that confuse me, confound me and sometimes make me a little angry.
But I love it. It is very much a part of who I am and I could never just walk away from it, just like I can’t step-ball-change away from my love of dance or walk away from the man who confuses me, confounds me and sometimes makes me a little angry.
From a worldly perspective it would certainly be easier to quit this whole church thing. Sundays free, less guilt, beer with pizza, sundresses, 10% more money each week and fancy coffee drinks.
But I would lose who I am. Because I am so much more than my love of beer and pizza, cute sundresses and sleeping in on Sunday.
Consider my missionary work this: finding so much joy in something you are a part of that it becomes you and you could never walk away from it.
That’s what my religion is for me.
Of course, if you want to know more there’s some eager youngn’s that would love to speak with you.)