cheesecloth and polygamy
I’m probably in the minority here, but I was raised Mormon. My mother has been Mormon her whole life, and my dad did convert for a time while they were courting and for some time after they got married. He got fed up with the church before I was born, though, and for as long as I remember, he has been atheist or at the very least agnostic. If I were religious, I would thank God that at least one of my parents happened to be sane.
So, yeah, I went to Mormon church. When I was a kid, my dad was still young enough that he actually cared that we listened to our mom and went to church with her because that’s what she wanted. That’s what it seemed like at the time; in retrospect I’d say he just wanted his quiet Sunday mornings at home without other people. Frankly, I’d be a little disappointed in him if this latter reason weren’t the real reason he wanted us kids to go to church with my mom.
While I was a kid, I didn’t think anything of going to Mormon church, because it was the only religious experience I knew. I did think, though, that it was weird that we drove so far (15-20 minutes) to get to the church, and that no one I knew from school was at church.
Let me explain a little bit (though I went for 18 years, I definitely don’t know everything) about the Mormon church. Please don’t take this as gospel, but these are my recollections and lessons that I learned at the church that I went to. Continue reading…
