Last Sunday, I said goodbye to my Mormon ward.
I’ve been a member of the Pioneer Sixth Ward, in all its variations, for 14 years. It was supposed to be my last ward, but my wife and I decided to move just one more time.
We’re staying in Herriman. Our new place — which doesn’t have a backyard the size of Iowa — is only 10 blocks away. But in the compressed Mormonism of Utah, that’s like another country.
I’ll miss my old congregation, including the people in it who sometimes drove me nuts and to...
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