{"id":17793,"date":"2011-11-22T08:12:44","date_gmt":"2011-11-22T13:12:44","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/timesandseasons.org\/?p=17793"},"modified":"2011-11-22T08:15:04","modified_gmt":"2011-11-22T13:15:04","slug":"phantom-limb","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/timesandseasons.org\/index.php\/2011\/11\/phantom-limb\/","title":{"rendered":"Phantom Limb"},"content":{"rendered":"<p>I can&#8217;t speak to your experience. I can&#8217;t speak even to my own. But I&#8217;ll tell a story.<\/p>\n<p>I remember the day and time and place that I stopped believing in God, but not the date.<!--more-->The date may be missing because I both believed in God long after this and stopped believing in God long before it.<\/p>\n<p><span style=\"-webkit-tap-highlight-color: rgba(26, 26, 26, 0.292969); -webkit-composition-fill-color: rgba(175, 192, 227, 0.230469); -webkit-composition-frame-color: rgba(77, 128, 180, 0.230469);\">The story goes like this.<\/span><\/p>\n<p>I&#8217;m in Orem for a conference. It&#8217;s late Saturday afternoon, the sun is low, and I&#8217;m alone in my hotel room. I spent the afternoon with a doubting friend. We skipped whole panels of papers. It&#8217;s something like ten years ago. Now I&#8217;m kneeling bedside, my pose classic, my face wet, my one dependable quality on display. I pray overearnestly.<\/p>\n<p>I explain to God that I can&#8217;t be responsible for his existence. That&#8217;s not a burden I can bear. \u00a0<span style=\"-webkit-tap-highlight-color: rgba(26, 26, 26, 0.296875); -webkit-composition-fill-color: rgba(175, 192, 227, 0.230469); -webkit-composition-frame-color: rgba(77, 128, 180, 0.230469);\">And then, as if in answer to my prayer, it occurs to me that I&#8217;m right: God&#8217;s existence is\u00a0<em>not <\/em>my responsibility. It&#8217;s his. If God wants to exist, that&#8217;s up to him.<\/span><\/p>\n<p>Relief comes in like the tide. I wash my face and go back to the conference, my prayer answered. From then on I stop believing in God.<\/p>\n<p>I don&#8217;t tell my Mom, but I don&#8217;t stop going to church either. I don&#8217;t stop praying or reading or doing my home teaching. I don&#8217;t stop going to the temple.\u00a0<span style=\"-webkit-tap-highlight-color: rgba(26, 26, 26, 0.296875); -webkit-composition-fill-color: rgba(175, 192, 227, 0.230469); -webkit-composition-frame-color: rgba(77, 128, 180, 0.230469);\">I don&#8217;t go away. I stay. I&#8217;m relieved. I sit in the pew and hold my wife&#8217;s hand and color with our children and over years and years a great stillness settles.<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"-webkit-tap-highlight-color: rgba(26, 26, 26, 0.296875); -webkit-composition-fill-color: rgba(175, 192, 227, 0.230469); -webkit-composition-frame-color: rgba(77, 128, 180, 0.230469);\">This stillness is a door.<\/span><\/p>\n<p>I walk through the door backwards. I start to read scriptures and hear talks and give lessons literally. That baptism of fire is no metaphor. That rest of the Lord is no pie in the sky. I know less about Jesus than I ever did, but the kingdom keeps taking on weight and definition and solidity. Without any supernatural recourse, without any fuel in the rocket of belief, Jesus&#8217; words have no place to go and they just stay where, with a thump, they land: at my feet, at the end of my nose, ringing in my ears, knocking at my red, red front door.<\/p>\n<p>Unable to substitute for what&#8217;s given a belief in what isn&#8217;t, I&#8217;m saved. Something is happening to me &#8211; something redemptive and penetrating and difficult and not entirely welcome &#8211; but it&#8217;s nothing like belief. And its happening here and now and in this Mormon pew.<\/p>\n<p>You, work out your own salvation. Undergo your own ascesis. God&#8217;s ways are not my ways. He is free to exist as he will (or won&#8217;t) and do with me as he wishes.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>I can&#8217;t speak to your experience. I can&#8217;t speak even to my own. But I&#8217;ll tell a story. 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