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Religious Tolerance Is Alive and Well--Just Not for Mormons

Wow.......

Bigotry and hatred is alive and well in America. I was just reading over on CNN About the Mormon Church
and how diverse it is.
The comments from people reading this story were--ugly. For the most part. Those who were posting things against The Church of Jesus Christ of Latter-day Saints were ill informed, rude and downright mean.

It's amazing to me that it's open season on one faith here in this country---and it's sad to me that except for a few outside the church who take it upon themselves to speak up--it's accepted.

We are taught to live the ten commandments. You know, that whole be honest, don't kill, don't steal, stuff that is often taken as more of a list suggestions rather than commandments from our God? Yeah, that one.

We are taught to be honest in our dealings, to love one another, to cherish and nurture our families. The church has a welfare system that is second to none. It's all done through donations. We take care of our people---AND we send aid all over the world when natural disasters strike, or when a community just needs help. Click HERE to see some of the things this 'cult' contributes to the world at large.

We believe in taking care of ourselves by not drinking, smoking, using drugs or drinking coffee. While this may not make us popular with Starbucks, Coors or the local crack dealer---we're ok with that. We truly are.

Even if I didn't believe that the church was true---I would still raise my family in the church. The values, the commitment to family, honesty, integrity, service and desire to always be a better person are important.

I am not perfect--no one is. We are human and we make mistakes. I'm grateful for the Atonement of Jesus Christ that allows me to repent, to change and to keep moving forward.

So please. If you want to know more about who we really are, click HERE. It will take you to a website where you can talk to a real live member of the cult church.

And remember what Thumper the bunny said in Bambi. "If you can't say something nice, don't say nothing at all"

Good advice.

Comments

  1. So true! Doesn't it amaze you how people will go out of their way to say something mean and hurtful about the church when they don't even know anything about it? It's crazy! Good blog. ;)

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  2. As long as you are not trying to convert people by force, you can worship God, the devil, or the manhole cover at Fifth and Main, and I'd have no problem with that. (Unless you were blocking traffic.)
    As for hatred and bigotry... Unfortunately, both words are overused by whiny partisan race-baiters.
    Bigotry is usually a personal thing, and I have no problem with it until it leads a person to commit a crime against another person. Most bigoted people are so miserable that their personalities are their own punishment.
    Same with hatred.
    It is almost impossible to live happily with those emotions stirring in your heart. They punish themselves daily, so I see no reason to trouble myself about it until they try to act against me or my loved ones.

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  3. Anonymous8:43 AM

    This is a blog I wish I could have written! You took the words right out of my mouth. My friend Carolyn suggested I read your blog. As a recent convert and married to a non member, I have been judged, ridiculed, mocked etc. for some reason this is allowed and accepted. It's just sad how people react this way out of fear and what they don't understand.

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  4. I know what you mean, Anonymous :) Carolyn has shared your story with me over the months and you are such a strong person. I am in awe of your strength and your testimony. Your road has not been an easy one.

    Hang in there. You know you are on the right path.

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