I was talking to a TBM relative (who had no idea about my stance on the church). She asked me what it was like to live “in the mission field.” “What’s the church like out there?” I told her about the local ward, which I haven’t attended in 18 months. It’s diverse, poor, small. Lots of people on the ward list, less than half actually attend. “Struggling.” It takes two cities to make one ward.
“Yes,” she said, “there are a lot of missionary opportunities, aren’t there?”
“Hmm,” I answered non-committedly.
“But even here in
“So there are lots of missionary opportunities, even here in
I wanted to gag, and to tell her that they probably just want to be left alone about the church. But I didn’t, because I didn’t want to “out” myself. I can’t be myself and speak my mind in front of my own family.