When I was a JW I was fascinated with the
Mormon religion. I never believed a word of it of course, but I was interested
in their religion like most boys were
interested in Star Wars. I’ve read the Book Of Mormon, Doctrine &
Covenants, Pearl Of Great Price, Book Of Abraham, watched their videos, read
critical books by ex Mormons etc etc… (strange at the time that I never did
this with my own religion!).
At this point I’d only ever met Mormons twice.
Once when I was about 10yo and they knocked on our door and gave me a little
tract and my mum told me off for taking their literature. The second time was
in a Park in Widnes. Had a great chat and I refuted their beliefs with JW theology
(or so I thought).
So imagine my surprise when there’s a knock on
my door at about 8pm. Usually I wouldn’t answer as it could be the TV license
people asking to see if I own a TV (long story). But I opened it and there were
two very smiley Mormon boys. One was from Colorado, the other from South
Africa. I shook their hands and told them I used to be a JW so I know what it’s
like knocking on doors and I bet nobody has been interested right? The laughed
and said yes.
So I thought, what the heck, I invited them in.
(The exMormon reddit people have told me this was my first mistake). I made the
schoolboy error of offering them a cup of tea. They, of course, declined. I
totally forgot they don’t drink tea/coffee/cola. So instead we had water. (It
was either that or beer, wine or milk!).
They shown me a small pamphlet containing a picture of
Joseph Smith’s first vision, explained it to me (I already knew about the first
vision and the conflicting accounts around it). I told them I’ve just left a
high control religion and I have no intention of joining another, and don’t actually
believe in God. They bore their testimony about “knowing” that the Mormon church
is the one true church and that Joseph Smith was a prophet of God. I didn’t want
to sound mean so I said that’s nice… but I don’t believe that. I believe he
said he was a prophet. But that doesn’t mean he was.
Long story short – they gave me a copy of the Book of
Mormon, a few pamphlets and a little card with their phone numbers on it.
Very nice boys. But I wont be inviting them in a second
time. The exMormon Reddit members tell me I’ll be hounded now as a return
visit. I know the score. But I’ll have to be a little more controversial with
the topics I bring up next time at my door step. Blacks in the church maybe? God
living on a star called Kolob?