A Mormon Boy, a Mormon Boy, I am a Mormon boy
Question: Is it hard to say that you are Mormon? Absolutely not!
Question: What baggage comes along with it? None!
Why is it not hard to say that I am Mormon? Because of the faith and knowledge I have in Jesus Christ. I came to a point in my life where I had to make some decisions and I had to do something about my life. I had allowed work and play to creep into my life to a point that my participation in the church was being neglected. Was it a fun time in my life? That’s hard to answer. The temptations to let church slip by for work got easier and easier, and since I was already at work, I might as well go skiing. As I let myself fall into patterns that are not in line with the teachings of Jesus Christ, I thought more and more that I was happy. I had all the coolest friends, I had all the coolest toys. I had a great truck, threw great parties, some how (don’t ask me how since I am not too attractive) I was dating very attractive girls, that all the guys wanted to date. I had money falling from the sky into my lap. I had friends that were taking life more “seriously” tell me how much they envied me. I was skipping school to go canyoneering, and backpacking, and camping.
The further away I got from the teachings of the church, the more I wanted the stuff they warned against. Well it all came crashing in on me. Everything that I had sort of imploded in on me. I found myself unemployed, I started selling of my toys, (even my snowmobile), I had credit card debt, and I found out something interesting, my new friends all abandoned me as I started working my life back into harmony with the gospel. It pretty much sucked, and it was hard. Most the people I attended church with annoyed me. Too much judegment, or so I thought. Too many goody goody smiles.
It took many months to get things straightened out. The more I brought my life back into the teachings of the church, the more I realized it was where I wanted to be.
So its not hard to say I am Mormon. I like telling people I am because of the barrage of questions that always follow. I drove shuttles for many years from Sundance to the airport, (great tips). I drove literally thousands of people to and from the resort, and minus a few people who thought that my shuttle van was some sort of limo and they did not need to talk to me, everyone always asked the prodding questions.
So you are Mormon, yep, you don’t drink? Nope, You don’t have sex? Nope You go to church every Sunday? Yep.
Most people were very respectful. Sometimes they got rude and wanted to argue, (funny but 90% of those that wanted to argue were from the South). If they got rude with me I usually made some comment about being able to send the missionaries over to their house if they were interested. This usually shut them up.
I miss those days of talking with people about my beliefs and my faith. I had so many wonderful conversations with some awesome people. I remember an older Jewish couple that was intrigued with our dietary laws. We were both amazed at how similar their overall beliefs were to my own, minus the Christ part. There was the time that I picked up 3 very attractive girls coming in for the film festival. The question about sexual relations came up. We spoke the whole time about it, and they listened so intently about the pros of living my life style. In the end they all said “Oh I don’t think I could go 24 hours without getting some, we all laughed. There were many more conversations that helped me realize that being a Mormon is one of the greatest things to be. And that answers the second question. Is there baggage that goes along with saying you are Mormon. No after nearly four years of driving shuttles I can say that there is a lot more baggage in not being Mormon then there is in being Mormon. It’s nice having my standards written out for me, its nice having the line drawn in the sand. I can honestly say that my life is far better now then it was when I was living the “good life”. And I can also say that though I love them to death and will always cheer for them, the Utah Jazz suck.
And as always, I love you guys to death!!! Make yourselves a great day.