Unabashedly Positive

I’ve been reflecting on something a critic of mine said in the comments here. He wondered when the last time was that I posted something “unabashedly positive” about the LDS church. I don’t keep score, and I don’t feel like I need to say something positive just for the sake of being positive. But he got me thinking about the positive things I took from Mormonism (and no, I don’t discount the costs of these positive things). Here are some thoughts.

The church of my youth seemed more like a community, in some ways like a large, supportive family than it did for most of my adult life. The things I remember aren’t sacrament meetings but how people came together to create things that, if not “great,” strove for greatness. Our chapel in my hometown was built with a lot of hard work from local members. The paintings in the foyers on either side of the chapel were done by ward members, both talented artists; to this day, when I read the accounts of Lehi’s dream, I picture the painting in the north foyer. Behind the choir seats was a large abstract mosaic stretching from the ceiling meant to represent the light of truth descending from the heavens. My mother tells me that ward members wept when the church was renovated and the art and mosaic removed.

We came together for such things as road shows, a one-act play competition (my first attempt at acting), and a huge dance festival held at the Rose Bowl. But we did things together that were completely unrelated to religion. Each summer 15 or 20 families from the ward reserved campsites together at a state park in Malibu, and we spent the entire week surfing, playing, and enjoying each other’s company. Our Scoutmaster took us on 50- and 100-mile backpacking trips through the Sierras each summer. And we came together for unhappy times, too, such as the terrible mudslides that destroyed several homes in our ward boundaries and took the life of a ward member, one of my mother’s closest friends.

It was the church that helped me overcome my shyness and fear of public speaking. By the time I served my mission, I was comfortable speaking, even at a moment’s notice, and that led me to excel in speech and debate in high school. There were two of us Mormon boys on the debate team, both of us doing Lincoln-Douglas debate, and once our teacher/coach noticed we were both wearing BYU shirts. She asked if we were Mormons, and we said we were. “That explains a lot,” she said. She said that we were both polite, well-intentioned young men who were always helping our team-mates.

During my senior year in high school, our Young Men leader and I worked together to plan a “super activity” trip to Hawaii. We organized the young men and worked hard for a year to earn enough money to do what we had planned and a little more. That accomplishment gave me a lot of self-confidence that I hadn’t previously had.

My mission taught me that I was capable of doing and enduring more than I had thought possible. Living in Bolivia put what I took for granted into perspective, and every time I feel myself getting too interested in material wealth, I remember Bolivia and check myself. And of course, I met my wonderful wife during those two years.

I used to say that Mormonism didn’t mean you no longer had problems, but it provided a framework for dealing with them. That part of it was a mixed bag for me, but I believe my faith got me through a lot of heartache and upheaval in my life. For a time, my wife and I drove 70 miles each way to the Houston Temple once a week. The temple wasn’t that memorable, but the time we spent together talking strengthened our love and friendship at a time when it would have been easy to get so caught up with kids and work and church callings that we forgot to make time for each other.

I know, none of these things are exclusive to Mormonism, but then, I was a Mormon, so they were benefits to me. But I’m glad someone reminded me of these things. Thanks.


6 Responses to Unabashedly Positive

  1. vikingz2000 says:

    I grew up in the ‘mission field,’ but I’ll always remember those ‘Gold and Green Balls’ — the big event of the year. The stake used to rent great facilities for these. And there were the rummage sales every so often ( our ward was in a large, metropolitan city) that catered directly to needy people, and where even ‘regular’ people could pick up a useful item or two. And there were bake sales and chocolate dipping sales for the ward budget. All of these things brought us together in a way that meant something to all of us — it was our ward and our stake we were working for. Those were great days when there was a real sense of ‘church’ instead of like feeding some corporate monster.

    And I identify with the renovation of your ward building. We had a church that was built in early 1930’s, which was dedicated by Heber J. Grant. There was this magnificent, dark oak podium that had the phrase, “Thy word is truth’ inscribed into it (in wood, naturally, and in fancy calligraphy). That chapel had so much character with the stained windows and ‘classic’ church architecture instead of the bland, so-called ‘modern,’ but cookie-cutter stuff of today’s LDS chapels.

    And there was my mission, which was a difficult two and half years in many respects, but oh so enriching.

    But everything has its day and season. For me and my wife, the Mormon church has no more utility for spiritual growth. In fact, I feel choked by it. I will never go back. I moved on and now looking back on today’s LDS type of church as compared to the one I was raised in, it’s the proper (and timely) move for me.

  2. Rick says:

    Beautiful. Thank you for sharing!

  3. Have you noticed how the responses on Mormon Discussions went? Almost every positive comment had to have an insult attached.

    “This was good as a Mormon, but….”

  4. I prefer unabashed cynicism.

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