I goofed- technically I am not an apostate because I was never baptized. And I made sure that nobody can baptize posthumously. They can't excommunicate me either, never having been baptized. So I am worse than an apostate! Oh, delicious. (In the beginning I just wanted to make sure I didn't end up in the same "heaven" as my aunt.) …
I goofed- technically I am not an apostate because I was never baptized. And I made sure that nobody can baptize posthumously. They can't excommunicate me either, never having been baptized. So I am worse than an apostate! Oh, delicious. (In the beginning I just wanted to make sure I didn't end up in the same "heaven" as my aunt.) They still count 2 of my brothers as members, though, because they were baptized, though they never thought of themselves as mormons. They died some years ago, and I hope they didn't have to go to our aunt's heaven.
Ah, good point! I keep forgetting that I am, in fact, an apostate. I don't think there's anything you can do about Mormons baptizing you in proxy once you are dead--they will do this for every person who has ever lived if they get the chance. The good news is that, in the administrative hell that a Mormon heaven sounds like to me, you will still be given the choice about whether or not you accept that baptism, the assumption being that now that you have seen the light you will gladly take it. But you can just reject it and come swim in the warm waters of hell where I and my fellow rejectors will be.
I've rejected it in advance. My feeling is that if there is an afterlife, there are an awful lot of mormons floating around disappointed that they aren't getting their very own planet to be god for. I've decided to follow the belief of my Navaho ancestors: since I am not likely to have the traditional ceremonies, that leaves the chimli part of me to wander the earth causing mischief.
I goofed- technically I am not an apostate because I was never baptized. And I made sure that nobody can baptize posthumously. They can't excommunicate me either, never having been baptized. So I am worse than an apostate! Oh, delicious. (In the beginning I just wanted to make sure I didn't end up in the same "heaven" as my aunt.) They still count 2 of my brothers as members, though, because they were baptized, though they never thought of themselves as mormons. They died some years ago, and I hope they didn't have to go to our aunt's heaven.
Ah, good point! I keep forgetting that I am, in fact, an apostate. I don't think there's anything you can do about Mormons baptizing you in proxy once you are dead--they will do this for every person who has ever lived if they get the chance. The good news is that, in the administrative hell that a Mormon heaven sounds like to me, you will still be given the choice about whether or not you accept that baptism, the assumption being that now that you have seen the light you will gladly take it. But you can just reject it and come swim in the warm waters of hell where I and my fellow rejectors will be.
I've rejected it in advance. My feeling is that if there is an afterlife, there are an awful lot of mormons floating around disappointed that they aren't getting their very own planet to be god for. I've decided to follow the belief of my Navaho ancestors: since I am not likely to have the traditional ceremonies, that leaves the chimli part of me to wander the earth causing mischief.