With the Internet, more and more Mormons are bumping into the bits of LDS history that you used to have to dig for. As a result, the LDS Church is trying to — if not come clean about its history — explain its history in terms that will placate startled members. But how do you acknowledge the weirdness without freaking people out?
Here’s what can happen when a doubting Mormon goes to an apologist.
The LDS Church is in a flap over historical issues. People are leaving over historical issues! The typical one: Joseph Smith marrying other men’s wives and very young girls.
I never had a problem with historical issues; I left because it wasn’t true. For me, that was a historical issue. That Joseph Smith fabricated a vision with a non-existent god — that was a historical issue. Making up a book about non-existent Nephites and Lamanites — that was a historical issue.
And I’m not saying my epistemological apostasy is better than someone else’s historical apostasy. In fact, it might be worse — I was clearly unfazed by polyandry and other blatantly self-serving doctrines, until I started to question the existence of gods themselves. I must have thought a god that would command those things would be worth worshipping, which is just horrible. What was wrong with me?
So if historical issues was what got you out, great! Whatever works. But as far as I’m concerned, the official story is crazy enough.
I met this Jesus guy while waiting for a train.
Lots more cartoons here.
It’s almost Passover time again, so that means Jehovah’s Witnesses are coming around. And that means it’s a good time to remind us all that:
1) Bible believers are, of necessity, apologists for genocide, and
2) religion doesn’t make people more moral. If anything, it turns normal moral people into amoral robots.
Verbatim, by the way.
More cartoons like this can be found under the toons tag.
An awful lot of churches seem to be shutting down. Yay!
But what to do with the buildings?
This is basically what it was like growing up in the 80s in Eastern Washington.
This happened when my son was so hungry he could eat a three-day-old corpse, and I don’t just mean ritually.