I Hate my Ward
By Allen Daniels Hate is a strong word. But it's honest. I don't use the word hate very often, maybe never. Except when my kids eat with their mouth open and make that horrible slurping and chomping sound while half the food falls back to the plate. I've told them, if there is any reason one is cast off to outer-darkness, it would be for eating with their mouth open. Do I really "hate" my Ward? Not in the arch-enemy, plot-its-destruction, the church has destroyed my life kind of hate. I have no bitterness or resentment for anyone in my Ward. I love the gospel of Christ profoundly. If it's possible to have an unshakable faith, I do. Father has blessed or by unfortunate circumstance, allow for trials I would never have expected or desired in my life. For me, my life experiences and challenges have only added to my faith and made me more committed to building up the Kingdom of God. But I do hate attending my Ward. If you think it's because I am negat