Last month I posted about getting along with other Christians, and what I’ve experienced as a Mormon when others were suspicious of me.
I’ve been thinking more about this.
Are Mormons and Christians really at odds?
Jeff at Hello Saints (actually I don’t remember if it was Jeff himself or a guest on his Summit) said something that blew me away:
Mormons took the first shot.
It’s true.
I knew this story my whole life, yet I never saw it like that.
Mormons called all other sects “abominations.”
Not just in passing, but this is THE founding story. The story the church is built on in the first place!
Ouch.
But even if you put the past away and just look at behaviors in today’s world—
Anyone who doesn’t think Mormons and Christians are opposing teams, just watch how Mormons react when you tell them you’re Christian now.
It’s the end of the world.
This is the worst tragedy a Mormon can imagine.
(My husband mentioned yesterday what some of the automatic reactions are, the most prominent being a fear of losing the eternal family.)
I repent for being so prideful that I thought a person being converted to Christianity—literally the saving religion—was losing their place in God’s kingdom. I was very judgmental to Mormons becoming Christians.
But here I am, like Saul, unexpectedly switching teams and changing my jersey.
So, the jersey was important to me. Maybe this is all in my head, but I definitely feel like there’s a dress code for Mormons. And that’s how I usually identify strangers as being on my team or not.
And in the summer time, there’s obviously the preferred way of dressing for non Mormon women.
Well, this all happened at the beginning of the summer.
Mind you, I’m 20 lbs over my comfortable weight right now. I’m not looking to give up modesty rules “just because I can.” I’d probably rather just keep my cellulite covered.
But I felt a push to wear the right Jersey.
The first couple months of going to The Well (both church and study group), it bothered me that I was hiding my jersey of the other team. My conscience was telling me to take the leap and be all in.
I needed to switch out my symbols.
I needed a visible cross necklace to mark my change.
And I needed to wear shorts and a tank top.
More for me than for anyone else.
I literally felt like I was switching out my jersey so I could demonstrate my commitment to my new team.
When I went to speak at a Hispanic church, I wore my new uniform. And they were all in long sleeves and pants.😂
But now fall is upon us. I won’t be wearing tank tops much longer.
But I will wear my cross necklace for all to see.
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