I had an interesting experience this morning. My wife had signed us up for a project that requires daily attention. Since she was working this a.m., it was my turn.
A woman who has been friendly with us was there this morning, and she mentioned that she had lived most of her life outside of Utah (I’m guessing she’s in her late 30s).
I asked her how she ended up in Utah, and she said that she had met a Mormon man, had joined the church, and had married him. “He seemed like such a good guy, like everything I ever wanted in a husband, but he turned out to be a Mormon devil.”
She proceeded to rant for several minutes about how the church was built on lies, its founder was a child molester, and its members were bad, bad people (she used the term “Mormon devils” several times). She also said that it was a corporation, not a church, and it existed to enrich certain groups of connected people.
I found myself defending the church and its members. I said that, although I saw the problems in its claims and beliefs, I wasn’t willing to write off all the members as devils. Most Mormons, I said, are good people with good hearts. And though I disagree wtih a lot of what the church teaches, I think it does teach some good things, such as love, service, compassion, kindness.
But I thought it was kind of surreal defending the church, particularly when I’m told that it’s the “nice” critics like me who are most hell-bent on destroying the church. I’m not afraid to say what I think about the church, good or bad, but I don’t think it’s all bad.