Reposted from "What Do You Say?" Mormon thread...
I woke up one day at age 8 to find myself on the way to a baptism....mine. It was done in late spring if I recall, and the water was pretty cold. It was done at a small lake nearby.
I asked what it was about, but never understood. I remember having to sit in church and see people (small congregation) worshiping God and they had this picture of some wimpy looking long brown haired guy at the front of the church.
I remember being confirmed after I was baptized. I remember having hands laid on me in confirmation that I was now a full blooded Reorganized Latter Day Saint (RLDS) and the preachers were pretty nice.
I remember how my mother tried to keep us on the straight and narrow, but the whole religion thing meant little to me. Why did I care about that wimpy guy in a robe? I never saw him and never would meet him (at least not at a time when it was still important) so I just lived.
I got to say I lived! I never saw a lot of church as a lad because my dad was not big on it either. We spent most Sundays at my paternal grandparents farm. I used to get in a fair amount of trouble being a boy and all.
But I grew up and joined the army at the ripe old age of 17. That just about did it. There I was out in the world, with a worldly heart, and I bore much worldly fruit. I was supposed to be a man of God, but I was a man of the devil, hands down. (Not that I knew the difference)
But as I got deeper and deeper in the pit of my making, I finally got to a place of desperation where I knew I was going down for the count if changes were not made. I got fired from a good job for stealing from the employer.
The upshot of that firing was an inner awareness that my life was on a losing path. I got to an RLDS church (coincidently I now live only a few blocks from it) because it is all I knew. I had phoned and the pastor and an elder were waiting for me. I confessed my sins afresh, asked them to pray for me. I felt a burden lift. I was convinced I needed to start up going to church again at that time, and I did.
But as I was leaving the building, I stopped to look at a few church publications in a wall rack by the front door. As I stood there fishing, an external voice spoke to me. It was behind me and to my right. I glanced back and no one was there. The voice spoke briskly and sharply, like an angry parent to a wayward child. It said, "You got what you came for, now get the hell out!!"
I left abruptly, pretty confused and upset, as I had never heard another voice in my life. On the way home I wept in my car. I had a lot of things to deal with. I was still jobless, and my wife had just been laid off.. We had a new condo and a new car and no jobs. Two young kids to raise (hers) and all the bills. I stopped the car and sat and cried.
But then another voice came in. It was God, and He spoke gently, "Larry, I will restore to you all that you have lost, only you must never again hold false gods before Me."
I started out again and over time the Lord blessed me back, but I was not Spirit filled, and soon became a prodigal for a few more years.
I guess I just said all that to say this. God and the devil were both around me when I went to the (Mormon) church.
I attended there about three years, and I definitely know Jesus was among them. The worship was real, and they demonstrated a great love of God through their love to man. I had a lot of potluck suppers too!
I read the book of Mormon about three times, and frankly there are many prophetic passages in it that seem valid. But who am I? I noticed much drawing upon the book of Isaiah word for word in the book of Mormon. Almost seemed like a weak attempt at camouflage. But the ancient history of America was pretty fascinating. A member of the high up families of the Jews was ordered to build a boat like an ark and set sail with family in tow to America (Land shadowing with wings) It is quite a read.
I disliked the D&C (no not dilation and curettage ) although it has that effect... It was all the religious rules and there were many...The rule book D&C means Doctrine & Covenants.
My pastor was against tongues (they were of the "debil.")
I did not like that they were outside the envelope as respecting gifts which the bible declares are of Him. I had no gifts then so I was no tongue talker anyways. I had a mild prophetic awareness but never flowed in it.
I would never go there to be fed again, but God used it (RLDS) to prime my pump when it needed priming. He takes you where you are and leads you out from there. As I see it, they are another element to be reckoned with as the Lord has had occasion to use them also. I learned a lot about spiritual life from them. I do not feel the things I learned were to my detriment whatsoever