Cafeteria Style

In last week’s LDS General Conference session. Elder Nelson, a prominent priesthood leader, said, Teach of faith to keep all the commandments of God, knowing that they are given to bless His children and bring them joy. Warn them that they will encounter people who pick which commandments they will keep and ignore others that they choose to break. I call this the cafeteria approach to obedience. This practice of picking and choosing will not work. It will lead to misery. To prepare to meet God, one keeps all of His commandments. It takes faith to obey them, and keeping His commandments will strengthen that faith.

Wow – apparently, the cat is out of the bag. They know about us Cafeteria Mormons. You know us – the Mormons who say, “I don’t like this rule — it’s ridiculous. This one makes sense, and so does that one, so that’s what I’ll live by, but I’m not drinking the obedience kool-aid.”   We actively choose what we put on our plates, based on belief. And this conscious picking and choosing of beliefs, according to Elder Nelson, will “lead to misery”. (For full effect, read that again and play some ominous music in the background. . .. “It will not work, you will be lead into misery.” Ooh…ahh. . …!!!)

I’m reminded of the importance of living life on one’s own terms. I’m not so interested in obedience to an external source, but about finding peace through honoring my own inner-voice. It’s not about being rebellious, lazy or undisciplined. It’s not about a lack of faith. Cafeteria Mormonism is about a shift in authority.   To the leaders of the church this may seem dangerous and obviously they are very concerned of the evils of the world, or the wild chaos that might ensue if everyone is left to honor their own inspiration. I, on the other hand, am not afraid of the consequences of opening my mind and looking at my beliefs and lifestyle through my own divine intelligence. I’m not giving away that inner wisdom – not to a Bishop, a prophet, or even a Heavenly Father or Mother. Not because I’m rebellious or defiant or unwise. Not because I want to sin, but because can I no longer can live a life that I don’t own and take full responsibility for. My faith has shifted, and I can’t ignore what I know – that my inner voice is more important to honor than anyone else’s. I cannot afford to take the risk of ignoring it.   I believe what Elizabeth Gilbert so eloquently wrote: “God move through you, as you.” To deny that divinity moving through me, to project it onto an external authority, is in my opinion — much more dangerous than exercising faith in obedience to rules that do not meet with my better judgment.

Perhaps the most prominent display of Cafeteria-style Mormonism at our house has been our growing enjoyment of the evil little bean. Many of you will understand the symbolism and kindness of my birthday gift from my active LDS husband this year – a beautiful Cuisinart espresso maker.

The kids have responded appropriately to our shifting Mormonism, according to their current stage of human development. It’s no surprise that our 11-year old who is in the developmental phase of black-and-white, right-or-wrong mindset seems to have the most concerns. He has had big questions about coffee and me not attending church, yet in true 11-year old fashion he balances those concerns with a huge open-heart. He’s beginning to see that maybe coffee and church attendance aren’t the barometer of being a good person.

Enter Monday night. We had a long drive home from our day trip to Santa Cruz, and I was sorting through my hubby’s I-pod for music as I drove home. I clicked on Bengt Washburn’s comedy act, not remembering that he uses a lot of colorful language. There were a few notable bad words, and when I looked back I saw my eleven year old convulsing in laughter. Months ago, he would have NEVER gotten past the first F-bomb without shock and guilt. I paused the I-pod and asked if he felt OK, and reminded him that these were “adult” words, and that it wasn’t language we used much in our house. (And I had that awkward parenting moment, wondering if he was old enough to get the subtlety of how to properly use a bad word.) He assured me he was fine, and as the comedy act went on, the language chilled out, and we laughed and laughed the whole way home.

When Bengt got to the part about coffee, my son was in hysterics. He seemed to “get it” – that Mormons aren’t like the rest of society. He knew instinctively how to laugh at Mormonism and love it at the same time. His laughter told me that he knew we were different — an odd blend of Mormon plus everything else around us – and that’s OK.   This odd blend had in fact, become our new “normal”.

Oddly, this has been the most rewarding experience I’ve had with my family and Mormonism in a long time. So I’m sending out a special thanks to Bengt for being so damn funny and insightful at the same time. Big thanks for calling it like he sees it and for finding the humor in the culture and religion, without feeling the need to attack it.   We need more role models like Mr. Washburn out there.

So here I go, raising my coffee mug to Cafeteria Mormons everywhere. May we laugh at our insanity and love it at the same time. May we enjoy all that nourishes us, and leave the rest, especially that extra helping of guilt. Bottoms up!


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