David had always taught me to be suspicious of churches asking for money, as he believed them to be more interested in saving one’s soul than one’s life—for the salvation of a soul could not be proven.
The Bishop asked if I’d had a burning in my bosom, & I told him of the dream I’d had of God, never telling him I had dreamt that when I woke, David was where God had been.
I knew then that he didn’t believe the Church was true, for he loved a lie because it was a beautiful lie—a lie that gave him power over those who were true believers.
I lied to the Bishop when I said I had a testimony of the Church, but I wanted admittance to the temple, where the events that happened therein were considered a sacred secret.
I began to bear false witness that the Church was true, & I wondered if, for those who did believe, were in a more favorable situation.
The Bishop, in an indirect way, asked me if I was a virgin. I was, & I sacrificed myself to the Church—where I’d worship, but not be worshipped.
I was expected to accept my calling in the Church, for God Himself had chosen me, so said the Bishop.
David had taught me to be a freethinker, but to receive the blessings marriage or religion brought, one had forsake their autonomy.
“When our leaders speak, the thinking has been done,” the Bishop said.