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Thursday, March 23, 2006 

I tried, I gave up...

If there's one thing I'm good at, it's giving up. I quit my AYSO soccer team when I was five, along with the rest of my team, The Whip-Creamers. We quit at mid-season and were able to get our parents a decent refund, though I was reluctant to part with my shin-guards. I quit playing the drums not that long after my parents had bought me a new drum set. I quit my high school wrestling team after I failed to score a single point in any match.

One thing that I couldn't bring myself to give up on was the mission. After just a few weeks, I desperately wanted to go home. I knew, however, that if you left early, you had to pay for your own plane ticket. Since I knew my parents couldn't afford a $1500 flight from Argentina, I stayed on the mission and ended up costing them $10,000 instead. (Somehow my nineteen-year-old brain couldn't figure out that at $400 a month, a plane ticket home is the equivalent of just four months on the mish.)

I will always be glad that I didn't quit my mission, not for any religious aspect, but because it made me into who I am today. By sticking it out, I also proved to myself that I hadn't missed anything. If you leave the play at intermission, how do you know it won't get really good at the end? Staying ensured that I knew how everything ended up.

Like Kaycee and Hellmut have already commented, I think it's best to give up on something when it's not working for you. I'm glad that I've given up on the church, but I also recognize that I had to give it the old college try before I quit. Maybe I'll take up soccer on Sunday mornings in the park. I've been dying for an excuse to buy shin-guards.

Posted by Ned Flanders.

Good for you that you got it figured out, Ned. My mission left me deeply illusioned. The machine parts of the LDS Church had ground my testimony to bits. I just could not admit to myself. So I kept on going for years only to get worse instead of better.

The interesting thing is that four out of five kids who served in my young men's group left the LDS Church. We loved the Church before we left and hated it when we got back. That too I would only discover many years later.

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This Week's Topic:

  • The Sabbath Day

Various Authors

  • Monday:
    Kaycee opted out of Mormondom 4 years ago. She calls herself agnostic.
  • Tuesday:
    Sarah is not your average Gospel Doctrine Teacher.
  • Wednesday:
    Carrie Ann comes from pioneer stock, and lives in Provo, but is open minded and fair.
  • Thursday:
    Ned Flanders hasn't been to church in a while, but maintains an interest in all things Mormon.
  • Friday:
    John C. is an academic with a sense of humor and a testimony.
  • Saturday:
    JP's not going to church and feeling okay about it.

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