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To resign or NOT to resign? That is the question…

“Originally, the answer was easy: ‘It doesn’t matter at all, since I no longer believe in the religion, and don’t allow it to have sway in my life.’ Well, life itself tends to get complex at times. Since only a few people on my side of the family ever joined the faith, my new-found freedom was mostly embraced by my ‘non-member’ family. My wife’s side was another story altogether. They’re plagued with obsessive, unusually high activity. As with the ward I was attending, her side of the family distanced themselves from me, but only far enough so they could still inflict ‘hope’ that I would soon come back to the fold. As is more often the case than not, TBMs [True Believing Mormons] of disenfranchised members tend to see a person’s apostasy as being more of a phase than real. ‘It’s just something he’s going through…it will pass.’ And thus, the grip of Mormonism is still in play. Suddenly, the notion of just simply blowing off the church and moving on with life seemed impossible to do, because I would always be their constant missionary project. This aspect gnawed at me. Perhaps it shouldn’t have bothered me as much as it did, but it did nonetheless. I concluded that the best way I could make a statement about the fact the LDS faith wasn’t true, and that I’d been enlightened to it’s corrupt history, was to make an official resignation. After this happened, not only did the ‘limited communication’ from active members cease, I was getting ‘uninvited’ to family events on my wife’s side. It grew to the point where I no longer feel comfortable being around them, because of how uncomfortable I make them…especially when it comes to the tender influences of their young ones. To those who might think making a leap like this will be easy: it almost never is…there always seems to be a trail of tears all the way round. Yet, as strange as it might sound…it was ultimately worth it, in defining authenticity to my family.”

~Dan Wees~