Baptism
The congregation’s praise rang throughout the brightly illuminated tabernacle but my voice, chewed up and digested by the cacophony, sang in stark contrast to the dark tumultuousness of my soul. In a crowd of hundreds I stood ideologically alone, a sinner in devotee's clothing. My sin mirrored the Original, and was therefore unforgivable. The sin that changed my life, that made me who I am, was the sin of asking why.
I was born into a Mormon family. My life, from my very conception, had a roadmap. I would be born, I would be baptized, I would go through the motions necessary for a happy Mormon afterlife. I would follow a strict set of dietary, interpersonal, monetary, and scheduling regulations. I would not, without exception, be allowed
The congregation’s praise rang throughout the brightly illuminated tabernacle but my voice, chewed up and digested by the cacophony, sang in stark contrast to the dark tumultuousness of my soul. In a crowd of hundreds I stood ideologically alone, a sinner in devotee's clothing. My sin mirrored the Original, and was therefore unforgivable. The sin that changed my life, that made me who I am, was the sin of asking why.
I was born into a Mormon family. My life, from my very conception, had a roadmap. I would be born, I would be baptized, I would go through the motions necessary for a happy Mormon afterlife. I would follow a strict set of dietary, interpersonal, monetary, and scheduling regulations. I would not, without exception, be allowed