Last night, I stopped by to see my dear friends, the Hodges, on the way from delivering my mini to his camping trip. I meant only to drop off some flowers for my friend, but was ushered in and Mindy started to ask me more about how I was feeling about the prospect of being baptized. Her husband, Adam, had served a mission for the LDS church and has a strong testimony of the gospel.
Adam thoroughly impressed me with his knowledge of the Catholic faith. I quickly came to feel comfortable asking him some of the questions I had that had been on my mind over the last couple of days.
When the sisters had come by my office to talk to me, Sister Marino had read the covenants that are involved in baptism, but Sister Creswell had also shown me a list of interview questions. I didn't remember what all of them were, but one of them especially had been troubling me. That was the question about paying tithing.
There are two things that trouble me about tithing. The first, is that I am struggling single mother. I recently got a raise at work, but that raise not only put me into a different tax bracket (my paychecks are only about $50.00 more than they were before), but it changed the dynamic of the health insurance plan I had for Julian. Because of his history with some asthmatic tendencies (which have not manifested for nearly three years), the cost for his new insurance will be at a minimum $200.00 a month, therefore in reality causing my income to decrease. I am still paying on my own medical bills for some surgery three years ago, have student loans I'm supposed to be paying on, and a myriad of other bills. I am committed to making sure my son attends college regardless of cost, and I am also determined that I will get at least a Bachelor's degree. I have no idea how I am supposed to now spend around $300.00 per month in tithing. I just simply cannot do it. And, to be frank, because I tend to be so NON materialistic, I just have a hard time comprehending that money is so important that my standing as a good member could be compromised simply because I cannot afford to give 10% of my income to supplement the activities of an organization that has far greater resources than I do.
The second part is a moral dilemma for me. I cannot, in good conscious, give money to any organization that uses some of its funds to pay for the lobbying of legislation to which I am morally opposed. A few years ago, as the state of California was first voting on the issue of legalizing gay marriage, the LDS church financially supported the opposition to that bill. While I understand that my personal views of this particular issue may not be in line with the official stance of the LDS church, I had my beliefs about this hot topic confirmed by the scriptures (the specific verses of which I speak are found in Mosiah, Chapter 4). Not only that, regardless of the religious view on it, I have a very strong belief that there should be separation between church and state, and my growing distaste for politics has only made that belief all the more immovable.
I have always had a deep respect for the welfare system of the LDS church. I, in fact, have been a recipient of the benefits of it - both as a child and as an adult. So I asked Adam if there wasn't another way to offer tithing - whether it be through donations of non-monetary items such as food or other sundries, or perhaps even more importantly through time spent volunteering. I absolutely believe and understand that the works that they do to help others could not exist without the funding that the members provide. I do believe all living beings have a moral responsibility to help others, and I believe I need to make an effort to do service whenever I am able. I find that when I am doing service for others, that my spirits are raised and that I feel closer to the Savior. But I do not place the same value in money and material things that many people in this country do. And I have a hard time believing that God puts such value in it, either. My conversation about this with Adam brought me some comfort about this matter, although I will need to explore it further and ask some of my other LDS friends about their thoughts on this.
Adam also explained, at my request, about the actual baptism and confirmation ceremony. We enjoyed some laughter, as he shared with me that baptism must be done by submersion, and that if any part of the person being baptized does not go under water, the ceremony must be performed again. He advised me to NOT wear a dress. Of course, I always wear dresses. It is how I am most comfortable. My thoughts immediately turned to how I could tuck my dress and manipulate it so that it does indeed get submerged entirely. Really?? This is what I am worrying about?
The most amazing realization came to me as I talked with the Hodges. I have always hated labels: I hate when people try to put me "in a box" or to categorize me. I am just me. I'm not like anyone else, although I certainly share similarities with all other people, and share a LOT of similarities with some. But I most definitely resent people that try to reduce the complexity of people by putting them into a simple category, whether it be by race, creed or any other facet of one's personality.One of the terms I have always hated was "convert". I hate that it implies a paradigm shift of a person's beliefs, because that thought is terrifying to people. One example of this is something that was said to me yesterday, as I was "coming out" to one of my closest friends about the fact that I had been attending church and am considering baptism. She expressed to me that she had some fear and trepidation about how to act around me, and about how much different everything would be. I told her I hoped she could love me enough to trust that NOTHING would really change. Sure, I wouldn't be engaging in some of the behaviors I once would with her, but in all honestly, those behaviors had already changed outside of this choice, and so the difference wouldn't be the dramatic change she was thinking. She went on to tell me of another friend who was a "convert", who had completely changed in attitude and demeanor toward my friend once she had "converted".
So the term "convert" had made me feel uneasy. I hate the word, and hate the label. But the realization that came to me last night as I discussed my beliefs and was explaining that really, my beliefs were not changing; I merely had learned that many of the lessons I had received confirmed beliefs I already had: they confirmed things I have always known to be true in my heart. I realized that in all actuality, I am NOT a convert. A convert is one who changes from one thing to another. That is not what I am! That is not what I have done! Not in this, anyway.
Adam thoroughly impressed me with his knowledge of the Catholic faith. I quickly came to feel comfortable asking him some of the questions I had that had been on my mind over the last couple of days.
When the sisters had come by my office to talk to me, Sister Marino had read the covenants that are involved in baptism, but Sister Creswell had also shown me a list of interview questions. I didn't remember what all of them were, but one of them especially had been troubling me. That was the question about paying tithing.
There are two things that trouble me about tithing. The first, is that I am struggling single mother. I recently got a raise at work, but that raise not only put me into a different tax bracket (my paychecks are only about $50.00 more than they were before), but it changed the dynamic of the health insurance plan I had for Julian. Because of his history with some asthmatic tendencies (which have not manifested for nearly three years), the cost for his new insurance will be at a minimum $200.00 a month, therefore in reality causing my income to decrease. I am still paying on my own medical bills for some surgery three years ago, have student loans I'm supposed to be paying on, and a myriad of other bills. I am committed to making sure my son attends college regardless of cost, and I am also determined that I will get at least a Bachelor's degree. I have no idea how I am supposed to now spend around $300.00 per month in tithing. I just simply cannot do it. And, to be frank, because I tend to be so NON materialistic, I just have a hard time comprehending that money is so important that my standing as a good member could be compromised simply because I cannot afford to give 10% of my income to supplement the activities of an organization that has far greater resources than I do.
The second part is a moral dilemma for me. I cannot, in good conscious, give money to any organization that uses some of its funds to pay for the lobbying of legislation to which I am morally opposed. A few years ago, as the state of California was first voting on the issue of legalizing gay marriage, the LDS church financially supported the opposition to that bill. While I understand that my personal views of this particular issue may not be in line with the official stance of the LDS church, I had my beliefs about this hot topic confirmed by the scriptures (the specific verses of which I speak are found in Mosiah, Chapter 4). Not only that, regardless of the religious view on it, I have a very strong belief that there should be separation between church and state, and my growing distaste for politics has only made that belief all the more immovable.
I have always had a deep respect for the welfare system of the LDS church. I, in fact, have been a recipient of the benefits of it - both as a child and as an adult. So I asked Adam if there wasn't another way to offer tithing - whether it be through donations of non-monetary items such as food or other sundries, or perhaps even more importantly through time spent volunteering. I absolutely believe and understand that the works that they do to help others could not exist without the funding that the members provide. I do believe all living beings have a moral responsibility to help others, and I believe I need to make an effort to do service whenever I am able. I find that when I am doing service for others, that my spirits are raised and that I feel closer to the Savior. But I do not place the same value in money and material things that many people in this country do. And I have a hard time believing that God puts such value in it, either. My conversation about this with Adam brought me some comfort about this matter, although I will need to explore it further and ask some of my other LDS friends about their thoughts on this.
Adam also explained, at my request, about the actual baptism and confirmation ceremony. We enjoyed some laughter, as he shared with me that baptism must be done by submersion, and that if any part of the person being baptized does not go under water, the ceremony must be performed again. He advised me to NOT wear a dress. Of course, I always wear dresses. It is how I am most comfortable. My thoughts immediately turned to how I could tuck my dress and manipulate it so that it does indeed get submerged entirely. Really?? This is what I am worrying about?
The most amazing realization came to me as I talked with the Hodges. I have always hated labels: I hate when people try to put me "in a box" or to categorize me. I am just me. I'm not like anyone else, although I certainly share similarities with all other people, and share a LOT of similarities with some. But I most definitely resent people that try to reduce the complexity of people by putting them into a simple category, whether it be by race, creed or any other facet of one's personality.One of the terms I have always hated was "convert". I hate that it implies a paradigm shift of a person's beliefs, because that thought is terrifying to people. One example of this is something that was said to me yesterday, as I was "coming out" to one of my closest friends about the fact that I had been attending church and am considering baptism. She expressed to me that she had some fear and trepidation about how to act around me, and about how much different everything would be. I told her I hoped she could love me enough to trust that NOTHING would really change. Sure, I wouldn't be engaging in some of the behaviors I once would with her, but in all honestly, those behaviors had already changed outside of this choice, and so the difference wouldn't be the dramatic change she was thinking. She went on to tell me of another friend who was a "convert", who had completely changed in attitude and demeanor toward my friend once she had "converted".
So the term "convert" had made me feel uneasy. I hate the word, and hate the label. But the realization that came to me last night as I discussed my beliefs and was explaining that really, my beliefs were not changing; I merely had learned that many of the lessons I had received confirmed beliefs I already had: they confirmed things I have always known to be true in my heart. I realized that in all actuality, I am NOT a convert. A convert is one who changes from one thing to another. That is not what I am! That is not what I have done! Not in this, anyway.