“I came not to send peace, but a sword.” (Matthew 10:34)
Nineteen-ninety-nine was the summer of my Mormon soldier. The idea that God was all-powerful, but all-loving, was incongruous to me. Due to pre-existing conditions, I believed the former.
Those first stirrings of a spiritual quickening were like a hurricane, blowing the facade that was our family away.
Memories of that long, hot summer brought me all the way back to Green Haven, Florida, when the LDS mish showed us another way to live.
Yes, my brief life as a Mormon had been sweet, but my life as an ex-Mormon turned out to be even sweeter.
What a magnificent illusion the Plan of Happiness! It became a magnificent obsession with my mother, who prized it above me.
Had even God Himself eternally progressed? Were we all as He once was? The Church made me see humans as gods, God as human.
I’d grown up near the Amish, in a Catholic home, & now Mormonism had touched our lives–all because I had answered a knock on the door.
My mother & sister had found solace in Catholicism; I had found mine in the humanism of my stepfather, whose doctrine was, “Do no harm”.
Those first three months I knew him, he was on a mission. It was the only time I ever knew him as he was then.
Did the light come from him, or was it the light of Jesus shining in him? Just who was it I fell in love with that day?
Logline for Because of Mindy Wiley: An Irish-Catholic girl coming of age in the Deep South during the New Millennium finds her family splintered when two Mormon missionaries come to her door, their presence and promise unearthing long-buried family secrets, which lead to her excommunication and exile.