When God Speaks

I have a small confession to make. But first a little background.

During my crisis of faith I spent a lot of time praying and pondering. I often spent many nights restless unable to sleep as I discovered one unsettling historical fact after another. I would often wake up in the middle of the night and not be able to rest at all. Insomnia though was nothing entirely new to me. Stress from work or other areas of my life would often leave me tossing and turning in bed. One way I had developed over the years to deal with it was to soak in my jetted tub. The hot water and white noise of the jets would help me relax and calm down. With that in mind here’s what I experienced a few years ago:

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I’d been learning about the mountain meadows massacre and the doctrine of blood atonement that was clearly a core component in causing it. I was pretty distraught. My faith had taken a beating discovering that the temple experience I held sacred used to include a covenant1 to extract vengeance. It was obviously a driving force2 behind church leaders and their priesthood quorums leading to the murder of men women and children in those mountain meadows so long ago. 3 For days I had been wondering why God would let something like that happen. Plenty of sleepless nights and time on my knees passed while I pondered this contradiction between my faith and my personal moral compass.

Then one night I woke up after dreaming about it cold and restless. I climbed into my tub to try and relax. At the time I was a huge believer in ‘carrying a prayer in your heart.’ If there was something I was working on I would keep this kind of daily running supplication to God. Like saying a prayer to myself, thinking it rather than saying it out loud. So as I lay there trying to relax in the hot water. I automatically slipped into this mode. I began asking deeply and with all my heart for light and knowledge on this topic from my father in heaven. I really needed to understand this bit of history and why he would allow such a thing to happen, why he would want temple covenants that would lead to this result.

As my body relaxed and my mind raced I had an experience I will never forget. I had a conversation with God. One moment I was asking, begging, pleading for answers. I just needed to understand. Then all of a sudden I was in a conversation. I’d ask and then I would hear a clear answer. As if I were talking to a person in the room. These didn’t feel like my own thoughts, it was a very distinct voice I heard. I was sure God was speaking to me. I asked about why Brigham Young could teach such racist beliefs, I asked to understand what was up with gays and marriage and why the church fought it. I was told that some leaders today were just men with social prejudices and one day like blacks got the priesthood gays would be accepted and even married. He told me that plural marriage would return and the church would get back to its more liberal roots. I was told that Brigham was a jerk, but he needed a jerk to drag his people to the rocky mountains where they could be isolated and grow strong. He let doctrines like blood atonement be preached because it made his people stronger.

In short, the theme of this revelation was the ends justify the means. After nearly an hour of conversation, the experience faded and I slept. Deeply and unburdened. I related this whole thing to my bishop a few days later, he had been meeting with me as I struggled learning this history. I left out the part about gays one day being married, because God had told me that most people weren’t ready for that yet so I didn’t need to rock the boat about it.4 Just let it happen. My bishop, a wonderfully kind caring guy, seemed relieved. He told me he felt inspired to tell me something. He said one day I would be called as bishop of our ward, and thats why I had this experience, so I could help others deal with their crisis of faith. We both cried with the depth of the spiritual confirmation we shared after that discussion.

This experience happened about 5 years before my shelf collapsed. I have even alluded to before in other writings. So why is this a confession? Many people know I had this experience, I talked about it plenty. I even bore testimony of it in sacrament meeting the month after it happened causing lots of tears and smiles looking back up at me on the podium. Thing is I only told a handful of people this happened while I was in the tub. Taking a bath. I think I was embarrassed that my earth shattering revelation was while I soaked trying to relax. I kind of felt like it should be in the woods or on a mountain or something. So I kept that part mostly to myself. After all people didn’t need to know every detail. They just needed to know the part that built their faith. God himself had told me ‘the ends justify the means.’ And building faith after all was a great end, or at least so I thought at the time.

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So there you have it. I confess that I believed I had talked directly to God while soaking in hot water. I look back now and think I might have actually been driving myself crazy. I mean this guy pretty much just said the same kind of thing happened to him. Is that not at least a little nuts?

I clung to this experience as my research continued, later on it held up my shelf as I came to understand in great detail the fraud of the Kirkland safety society and the actual facts of destroying a printing press that lead to the death of Joseph Smith. It held my shelf up the day I realized that the Book of Abraham was clearly a fabrication not based at all on the papyri as Joe himself had claimed. It held up my shelf right up to the day that it collapsed. That was the day I realized that just like todays followers of ISIS, or the people that engaged in the crusades. I could be mistaken. After all, isn’t the justification in their minds the same as in mine? The ends justify the means. Would a zealous follower of Islam brutally kill those who were infidels in his view without that same thought?

The day I questioned the reality of the voice of God I believed I had heard was terrifying. But it made so much sense that I couldn’t stop wondering about the ‘revelation’ I had held sacred for so many years. How many other things were products of my own wants and desires if I could have been so soundly assured I was right in this case? If I was this easily confused couldn’t previous church leaders have been so as well? Couldn’t this even have happened to Joseph Smith himself? After all it made so much sense. Because if this thing5 is that common it could explain in a single swoop the totality of religions in the world.  It makes it clear how even though most agree on grand principles (like being nice and helping each other) the details repeatedly cause war and strife and massacres in places like mountain meadows.

Ultimately the key reason my shelf collapsed was simple. I just accepted the fact that I was every bit as likely to be wrong in what I was absolutely 100% sure that God himself had told me, as I readily considered the Muslim or the Born Again Christian to be. I put myself on equal footing with those that believed differently than I did. All it takes is that one honest look at your own experiences through the same lens you look at others with.6

Am I now 100% sure that this experience wasn’t a direct revelation from God?7 Am I absolutely positive that was something my own brain fabricated to deal with my own cognitive dissonance? Nope, I’m not.8 It could be that God was good with all that…

The chance still remains, and in my mind it is a remote possibility that Mormons got it right and one day I might stand in front of the Eternal Judgement Bar with outer darkness on the table as a possible consequence.the right church If that turns out to be the the case I know what I will do. I will stand up tall and say to his face, “Hasa diga eebowai! Because the ends justify the means revelation you gave me is a piss poor excuse for a supposedly loving being with every imaginable means at his disposal to use. Especially when people rape, murder and plunder in your name and even by your command.”

And you know what, if that means I get sent to the frozen realms of outer darkness, so be it. I’d rather worship the Fridge than that type of mob boss anyway. Because from my experience when God speaks it is only to justify things that I believe are deeply, terribly, morally wrong. To put it in his own divine words:

Woe unto them that call evil good, and good evil; that put darkness for light, and light for darkness; that put bitter for sweet, and sweet for bitter! -Isaiah 5:20

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  1. It was known as the Law of Vengeance in the temple. “After the death of Joseph SmithBrigham Young added an oath of vengeance to the Nauvoo endowment ritual. Participants in the ritual made an oath to pray that God would “avenge the blood of the prophets on this nation” (Buerger 2002, p. 134). “The prophets” were Joseph and Hyrum Smith, and “this nation” was the United States (Buerger 2002, p. 134). (This oath was removed from the ceremony during the 1920s(Buerger 2002, pp. 139–40).) In 1877, Young noted what he viewed as a similarity between Smith’s death and the blood atonement doctrine, in that “whether we believe in blood atonement or not”, Smith and other prophets “sealed their testimony with their blood”.
  2. This oath to extract vengeance pretty obviously weighed on the minds of the men that carried out this terrible deed.
  3. In preparing this post, I read some of the newer posts on the LDS website on this topic. I cringed at this because they clearly laid the blame for all of this on local leaders. Really? Please, please read all you can on this topic. It is a shame that these guys are blamed for this act of vengeance when they were committed to do that very thing via temple oaths.
  4. I remember feeling a lot like Joseph Smith saying God had told him things that the world simply wasn’t ready to handle yet.
  5. I later learned it it basic psychology known as cognitive dissonance
  6. in hindsight I realized how the belief system is propped up, it amazes me now as I watch people repeat rhetoric without even thinking about what they are saying, not even questioning  their own perspective, and yet I know it happens because I did it all the time. I was one of those people that were so zealous they bordered on annoying. Repetition and reinforcement will literally make people believe the craziest things.
  7. I even sometimes consider the possibility that it was Satan that was deceiving me. I am sure some believers might read this and come to that conclusion as well. But what doesn’t make sense is why Satan would come as an answer to an honest prayer and give me something to hang my testimony on? Going down that path tweaks my conspiracy theory gene and one can imagine endless strings of explanation. Ultimately for me Occams razor wins, the simple explanation is my brain is as subject to illusion/delusion just as any other persons that believe something I know for a fact is crazy.
  8. Even now I second guess myself and constantly endeavor to think about all the possible arguments against the position I take now. It is a bit exhausting and leads to these damn footnotes. So much less work to just know you are right without a shadow of doubt!
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Just a guy trying it make the world a better place one ice cube at a time.


  1. Sally
    March 9, 2015

    After my shelf collapsed, and the feelings of great loss of the TRUTH, I searched for that truth elsewhere. I have come to realize that absolute isn’t out there. I have learned that our minds can create belief in anything we choose, and that actually scares me a little bit.

    Love this blog!

  2. Andrew
    January 20, 2015

    A very insightful article.Thanks for sharing it with all of us.Personally I like following the shoe or is it the goard I never can make up my mind (one of my favourite movies).It is alarming to see and more alarming to realize how much we as humans justify our actions and always think we are doing the right thing and its the other guy who is wrong if only they could see that,and that some how the “God” we believe is ok with it or in fact commands it always make me think if “God” truely exists then I am sure he is shaking his head and is just as frustrated with us as we are at times with him.Then I remember oh yea its all a man made story so no worries and we have only our selves to blame wow.I do hope that some day we stop putting so much energy and yes faith in a concept that has proven through out history to have been so detremental/represive and destructive .Life is certainly a learning process.Glad to see your still on the path of learning and more importantly questioning.Take care

  3. Daniel Butler
    January 19, 2015

    This is 100% amazing, and has a lot of parallels to my own shelf collapse.

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