Feeling the Flame of Faith Flickering
For many the birth of mature faith comes when the faith of their youth is challenged.
We are at the door of a new year and I would like to write to those who are feeling the flame of their faith flickering. Certainly this is a painful experience and is most difficult to bear. I think nearly everyone experiences doubt about their faith. That is to be expected. However, with the advent of the internet there is an avalanche of material that tears down faith. Latter Day Saints in particular are targets for those who feel it is their duty to expose Mormonism for what it is—“a big lie”. Many of the most effective at attacking the candle of faith are faithless and former “church members”.
My attitude for over forty years has been “bring it on”. If this is how they want to use their agency God isn’t going to stop them, the Lord will use them for His own purposes. I hope each and every one of them will return to their faith, but for now those who have met and defeated the enemies of faith need to tell their stories.
Following is an abbreviated account of the struggle Robert L Millett experienced while a missionary.
“As a young missionary in the eastern state in 1967, I learned something about the trauma that we often feel when we are up against the wall of faith, when we want to believe but feel our grip on the iron rod slipping. My companion and I had moved into a small town in New Jersey, only to find the local Protestant minister had anticipated our arrival and prepared their parishioners for our coming. At almost every door we approached, we were met by a smiling face and the words, ‘Oh, you must be the Mormons. This is for you.’ They would then hand us an anti-Mormon tract...Most of the propaganda didn’t trouble us at all. Some of it we actually chuckled over...one part in particular, however, did trouble us, for it dealt with our view of the Godhead. The writers repeatedly drew attention to what they called “inconsistency” in the way Latter-day Saint scripture and teaching referred to God, our heavenly Father, and his Son, Jesus Christ.
We didn’t chuckle much about this, for it dealt with a central and singularly important matter, namely, the God we worship...
For weeks we did our work, but our heart wasn’t in it. We went through the motions, but without saying much to each other, we sensed that we couldn’t do so indefinitely. I broke the ice at lunch one afternoon with a rather brutal query: ‘Elder, what if the Church isn’t true?’ There was a long, uncomfortable pause, followed by his response: ‘I don’t know.’
I followed up: ‘What if the Baptists are right?’...’What if the Catholics are right? What if they have had the authority all along?’...
I am ashamed to admit that before this time I had never prayed intently about my testimony. I was raised in the church. Mom and Dad had a testimony, and I knew that they knew...but suddenly what they knew did not seem sufficient to settle my troubled heart.
I prayed and I pleaded. I begged the Lord for light, for truth, for anything! I asked to be guided in the right direction, to be led to an answer...These vexations of the soul went on for some weeks. I had actually concluded...that if relief were not forthcoming shortly, I would pack my bags and go home...
When we came home for lunch a few days later...I reached to a nearby lamp table and picked up a copy of the pamphlet, ‘Joseph Smith Tells His Own Story’. I began reading the opening lines...I was suddenly and without warning immersed in the most comforting and soothing influence I had ever known. It seemed at the time as if I were being wrapped in a large blanket as I began to be filled with the warmth of the Holy Spirit form head to toe. The spirit of conversion encompassed me, and I came to know assuredly that what we were doing was right and true and good. I did not hear specific words, but a distant voice seemed to whisper: ‘Of course it’s true. You know that now, and you’ve known it for a long time.’
Another feeling I had was that the answers to what was troubling me were for the time being beyond my capacity to comprehend. In time the answers would come, answers that would be as satisfying to the mind as they were soothing to the heart. I was being instructed, in other words, to put this matter on the shelf, to focus my attention elsewhere for a season, and move on.” Holding Fast, Robert L Millet, pp. 107-112.
Elder Millet went on to find the answers to his questions and complete his mission. He has written numerous books on Mormonism and is the former Dean of Religious Education at BYU.
December 27th, 2009 - 14:22
Elder Millet is not the only one who wondered if the teachings of the Church were true as a missionary. Elder L.Tom Perry tells his own story a little different, with humor, and with the transition of thought through study and practicing speaking to a mouse:
“I was assigned to serve in Columbus, Ohio, just after I had arrived in the mission field. I knew absolutely nothing about missionary work and my senior companion, who had been out only three months, knew little more than I did. I had always been strong in the Church, and though my testimony had never been tested, I surely thought that it could never waiver.
“Well, my first full day of proselyting was spent going from house to house. We didn’t have much success until a kind Southern Baptist lady invited us into her home. She had a profound knowledge of the scriptures, and I’m afraid that my companion and I could not counter her persuasive arguments. I went home that day a converted Southern Baptist.
“The following day was not much better. I went home a converted Methodist. And the next day I was swayed toward the Lutheran faith. I finally decided that this kind of thing should not be happening to a Mormon missionary. I decided that before I could teach and bear testimony about the gospel it was first necessary that I know something about it myself.
“My companion and I lived on the top floor of a four-story rooming house. The landlady had granted us the privilege of using the kitchen, which was in the basement. I decided that each night I would go down to the kitchen after my companion had retired to bed and prepare a talk, beginning with the first four principles and ordinances of the gospel.
“The first night I studied and prepared a talk on faith that I presented to my audience: a mouse that I had coaxed out of his hole with a cracker. He stared at me for a minute, picked up the cracker, and went back into his hole.
“The following night the subject was repentance. The mouse came out and listened to me for some time longer than the night before, and then returned to his hole. I was making progress.
“The third night I came down and filled the dishpan with water and washed some dishes before I prepared my talk on baptism. Again, my friend the mouse came out of his hole to hear my presentation. He stood there and stared at me the whole time, and when I was finally finished he walked back to his hole in deep thought. I was a bit proud of myself as I walked upstairs, knowing I had really impressed my audience.
“The next morning my companion and I went downstairs to prepare breakfast and I noticed that I had not emptied the dishpan of water I had used the night before. I was greatly surprised when, at the bottom of the pan, I found my friend, the mouse. My little talk had really made an impression. In his stupor of thought he must have crawled into the pan: baptism by immersion!”
Lee Perry, “Elder L. Tom Perry of the Council of the Twelve,” Ensign, Feb 1975, 9