My visiting teachers were just here. I told them that I would like to be put on the Do Not Contact list. They were very sweet. Now I feel like having a good cry.
It's part of the cursedness of the church, isn't it? No clean breaks. They pitied me, prayed for me, bore their testimonies, pleaded to be able to come by just as friends. I shared my disbelief and new-found happiness and told them that, while I liked them, I didn't want the awkwardness of visits in my future.
In hopes that this will help me to feel better . . .
I want to bear my testimony here that Joseph Smith was not a prophet of God, that Thomas S. Monson is not a prophet today, that the organization which calls itself the Church of Jesus Christ of Latter-day Saints is a man-made organization.
I know that well-meaning people can be greatly misled.
I bear testimony that the Book of Mormon is a man-made document.
I don't know about God or Jesus, but I feel that, if they are real, they are fine with me not knowing. I believe in love, and, if there is a god, then god is love and will never condemn me.
To paraphrase the great sage, Jon Stewart, I believe that we are living in hard times, but not in the end times.
I believe in the overall goodness of humankind and that the world is a beautiful place.
These things I have figured out for myself and I say them in my own name. Amen.
There. Thanks for being here.