I used to be a Mormon. Yes I am admitting that out loud.
I used to be a Mormon. Now, according to the LDS Church, I still am a Mormon, but an inactive Mormon. I’ve never been removed from their roll call of members, so I’m still technically a Mormon. However, I don’t go to church there and I don’t believe anything they say.
 Now the other day, I was walking my dog, just trying to have a peaceful walk with him, let him go potty, and be on my way. That didn’t happen. Why? Because I met up with a pair of Mormon missionaries. Now the Mormon church must be desperate because the missionaries never used to stop people who were just out walking their dogs and start trying to convert them to the church. It took me over five minutes to get rid of them, and I repeated over and over and I WAS Mormon and that I felt that the church was the wrong path for me to take. They said they were sorry and hoped I’d give the church another chance.
Sure, no problem. Right after you acknowledge the dual nature of deity AND right after you stop telling people precisely how they should dress, what they should eat, how they should adorn or decorate their bodies, what they should drink, and how they should act. Boy, the talk about free will, but make all these rules that have to be followed or they’ll kick you out of the church. 