Yesterday someone asked me what it was like being a “lapsed Mormon.” It’s not the first time someone I hardly know has quizzed me about my religion (and it’s certainly not the first time I’ve been called a variation on “lapsed”), but no matter how many times I am asked it always makes me smile and laugh a little. First of all, it’s so broad, so wide in scope that I literally am unable to answer. It happens every time — I just snicker, smile and say something like, “What do you mean? You have to ask me a specific question.” How can I be expected to describe how it feels to be Mormon or explain “that Mormon thing”? I especially love, “What do Mormons believe?”
People know I don’t go to church any more, or at least they assume that I don’t, and that’s fine. I don’t go to church anymore, and I struggle with my faith as much as anyone does. So, yesterday when this person asked me why I was LDS, I told him the truth — because I was born that way. But he wanted to know if I had a strong relationship with the Church — again the truth: no, not really. Then why do I identify as Mormon? It got me thinking (as this conversation I have had innumerable times always does) why do I claim to be Mormon when I don’t have the strong faith of many in my family, or any particular intensely religious sentiments?
One day I decided that my answer would be, “Because I am culturally Mormon.”
My family is Mormon, they are from Utah, and members of the Church are a peculiar people, as the saying goes. We have habits, and sayings, and some quirky beliefs. I find the Church and its members fascinating on a purely intellectual level, and loving and kind on a personal one. LDS say things like ‘whole fam-damnly’ and ‘from Hell to breakfast,’ we have big families and believe we are doomed to live with them for all eternity. We like to eat at all church functions, our congregations are called ‘wards’, we don’t baptize until 8 years old, and the leader of the Church communicates directly with God. Like it or not all of this is bound up in who I am — and I do like it, actually.
I don’t appreciate being described as a ‘lapsed’ Mormon or an ex-Mormon, and it’s irritating when others do it for me. The LDS Church is an organization of good people collectively trying to do what in their hearts they know to be the work of God and, despite my lack of faith, I respect that immensely and don’t mind at all being lumped together in the same category. It can only make me look better. And so I seem defensive when it comes to people bad-mouthing the Church. Anytime anyone spouts some crap about ‘sacred underwear’ or polygamy, I am there to smack them down with a fact or two (at least I hope).
Call me Mormon, LDS, a Saint (I like that one), or whatever, but don’t say I can’t really be Mormon because I drink coffee and don’t go to church every Sunday.