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[I have the distinct feeling that I've said this all before. If that's true, just chalk it up to early onset senility and take it as a reminder.]

Some may question why I criticize the heartfelt beliefs of others, even those who are closer to me than anyone else in the world. I do it because I am mindful of my legacy.

I often hear stories about people whose parents or grandparents were Mormon but who left activity in the church. These people learn about Mormonism, join the LDS church, and are left wondering why their parents or grandparents left such a wonderful institution. I hear other stories about children who grow up without religion but find it later in life.

In short, my reason for criticizing religion is that I don’t want that to happen to my descendants. If they choose to follow religion, I want them to know exactly why I chose not to do likewise. I want them to hear my reasons and thoughts on the subject. I don’t want them to stumble blindly into faith. If they believe in God, I want them to understand exactly what my thoughts were on the subject. If they come to a belief that Joseph Smith was a prophet of God, then I want them to also know that he married dozens of women, some polyandrously while their husbands were away on missions that he had called them to, some as young as fourteen, for example. I want their faith to be tempered by all of the evidence available and by asking tough, critical questions. I don’t want them to come to their beliefs through indoctrination, and I don’t want my lack of faith to be an enigma.

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  1. Seth R. said,

    January 25, 2008 @ 5:15 pm

    My mom was excited to receive the personal Doctrine and Covenants (Book of Commandments?) of one of our great, great uncles.

    When we read it, we found he had added little snide remarks into the margins about Joseph Smith and his neighbors. Quite humorous I might add.

    My mom’s side of the family seems to have contained a lot of what might be termed “the loyal peanut gallery.” Kinda like the young girl Boyd K. Packer talked about in General Conference who watched other Mormons throwing flowers in front of Brigham Young’s hurse and then threw a rock in front of it, remarking to her scandalized companions “he ain’t no better than my grandpa.”

  2. Jonathan Blake said,

    January 28, 2008 @ 12:21 pm

    Seth, I forgot to mention, that’s a laugh out loud funny story. It was to me, anyway, and I don’t actually laugh out loud much.

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