I am new to this site and I am not an ex-mormon but I harbor some resentment towards the church. I have read with interest several of the old posts concerning missionary experiences and whether or not they were beneficial, I would like to share mine. I served in the Australia Sydney Mission from 1979 to 1981 and like many missions where the success was limited, felt the work was tedious and detrimental. Our mission president was disfellowshipped and our sister missionaries were sent home (around sept. of 1980) and he was replaced by J.P.
Wirthlin for a time until the dust settled. TSM even came down and had every missionary in the mission gather to say that Pres. Wright (Orson Wright, the offending MP) was sent home but it was up to the mission grapevine for the actual crime to be revealed (our MP told the SM's not to get married after their missions, that they would be sealed to him.)the AP's were chastised soundly by TSM for not ratting out the MP sooner but soon the mission settled down and the dictatorial rule was replaced by one of understanding and love (I could post an entire book about the excessive bs we had to endure under Orson)as I only had 3 months left in my mission I didn't get to experiece much of the mission after the regime change and to this day I feel cheated and bitter because of what one authority figure did. I just wonder if any other missionary experiences were as bad as this (I also endured the constant stream of F#$% off and slammed doors as well as not being able to interact with members unless a non-member was involved etc.)

My mission president was and is a car salesman from Arizona. Our mission was about numbers and numbers. "Dunk 'em and dump 'em" was our unofficial motto. He was a real sleazebucket who leered at the pretty sister missionaries and felt free to criticize and make fun of missionaries who struggled. He once told a missionary, who had just lost a close relative, that they must not be mourning too much, because clearly they had not lost their appetite. Nice.
He would routinely mock investigators and tell us to class up our investigator pools and start tracting in the nicer neighborhoods. Of course, his attitude trickled down among the missionaries and I was continually horrified and heart-broken to see and hear the way missionaries would make fun of members and investigators behind their backs. I'm sure this is not much different from most missions as there really is nothing christ-like in decieving people to join your church.

Not me. I was in the Netherlands and had a grande ol' time eating cheese and Indonesian food, interspersed with tracting and street boarding. Not one horror story in 2 years. Charles Didier (Area Rep) was a dick, but other than that, I actually enjoyed it.

Ron

When were you here Ron? I am actually going out for a rijsttafel tonight :-)

It's sad they seldom take this logical step, but that would be my advice to any and all mishies who are miserable.

They and their parents could also do more homework and not accept the assignment if the conditions are unlivable.

It isn't up to private nonmormons in their homes to refrain from turning away mormon mishies to protect them from being frustrated and not having better numbers. These nonmos have their own lives, kids, jobs, and responsibilities which are as important to them as the goals of mormonism are to mormons.

I agree Cheryl but sadly, it is all part of the cult mentality. Both for the missionaries and for the parents. I HATED my mission but didn't really think seriously of leaving. The stigma I would have had to endure would have been awful.

Even the idea of parents keeping their kid from a bad mission is, as you already know, a sign of poor faith, among other things.

You are absolutely right though. It is just too bad that so many get so scared of thinking for themselves. I was there once.

I served in the Virginia Roanoke Mission from 1977 to 1979. At a Zone Conference four moths before I was to go home, I had the usual interview with the MP as every missionary did. But as the usual “blame the Elder” one sided interview commenced, the MP became unusually hateful and vindictive toward me because this time he stood up from behind the desk and proceeded to yell into my face saying that “I was a failure as a missionary” as he pointed out my lack of baptisms and the low number of investigator discussions indicated on my weekly report. (2 weeks earlier my companion and I baptized a family of 4). Every Zone conference always produced a similar tirade from him but this time was the last straw for me with this GA-wannabe pin head.

Too many times did I sit through similar interviews and said nothing, but now, with new found courage, I fired back at him. I stood up from my chair, leaned over the desk and yelled back into his face, using several colorful metaphors in the process, that he was a f***ing failure of a mission president for blaming me about things that I had no control over and that I was not motivated by threats. I continued yelling into his face saying that if he was incapable of offering any kind of encouragement, support, or compassion for me or any other missionary who gave up everything to be in this armpit of a place, he should pack his bags, take his clueless wife and his dumb-ass children, and get the hell out of our lives. This man was not the kind of man used to being put in his place by anyone let alone a lowly elder.

In all my days there, I have never seen him madder but I did not care anymore. He went beyond red faced to purple and began to drool onto the desk. He was so angry he could not speak anymore and I had run out of colorful metaphors to continue. As I turned toward the door and began to walk out, my last words to him were that I would never speak to him again for any reason. I then walked out of the room, left him with his puddle of drool, and I never did speak to him again for the remainder of my mission.

After that heated exchange, I went outside the church building for the remainder of the Zone Conference to calm myself down. For the next 3 hours, I fed two squirrels from a jar of Planters Peanuts. That was the last time I ever took lip from him or his assistants again.

He is dead now and I could not be less sad. I hope his death was painful & slow.

WOW! you can't imagine how many times I have fantasized about going back in time and telling off my dic* of a MP. Thank you for your story!!

Me too!

I'm pretty sure I know your mission president's daughter. I'm pretty sure she is out of the church now.

I was in the Melbourne Mission '79-'81. On the way home we stopped in New Zealand to visit the Temple. When we arrived we ran into two Elders from our MTC district who served in the Sidney Mission.They told us about what happenened to their Pres. Come to think of it, I met that guy{Sydney Pres.} when we landed in Sydney on the way to Melbourne. Those same two Elders were met by The President and two Assistants. I remember him being rude to us{Melbourne Elders} saying,"I know you're not my missionaries, your ties are out of line!"
Guy was a jerk

I KNEW BOTH THE MISSION PRESIDENT AND THE SISTER --

Mission president's office --I won't mention where to protect the innocent (not THE mission president) ..Sister, who was forced on mission by her parents to "straighten her out", was in for her monthly interview, about 4 months in.. She had already asked to leave two or three times, always with the answer NO --

Suddenly the Mission President decides to use "his authority" to command her to stay !!! --BIG MISTAKE !!! Instead of cowering like all the other sister did --this wonderful sister, (not a tiny timid girl) leans over the desk, up front and in his face, yanks his tie really hard and states

"You *#@)*^#!@ will arrange to have me *#*^!#*+ sent home "

HOME NEXT DAY !!!

Still admire her guts and bravado !!!

JB

I served some years ago and I remember a zone conference that turned out to be something totally different than expected. I was probably about one year in at that point, and I lacked the wisdom to see what would eventually transpire during that meeting. We were told not to bring audio recorders of any kind and to not write down anything during the course of the meeting. As obedient servants, we bowed our heads and said yes to the requests of the APs who were also clueless as to what would be spoken. It was a rainy day I remember and the ride into the city was pretty typical. No one riding on the subway or those waiting at the bus stops cared to listen to our message, and the usual feelings of rejection creeped into me like they had so many times before. I craved warmth and compassion. I wanted a hot meal. I wanted to be told that we were doing everything we could do and to press forward in faith. I looked forward to a spiritual uplift from an inspired servant of God.

The meeting started out as usual with the typical hymns and prayer. After a few announcements, the mission president introduced the Seventy and he went about his talk. Soon into his message, he asked several zone leaders to stand up and to give an "accounting" of the work in their zone. Since our mission baptism numbers and discussion statistics were some of the lowest in the Asian missions, we fully expected some type of training or scriptural encouragement from this leader. We wanted to be edified from someone who sat at the feet of prophets and apostles and soaked in all their eternal wisdom. Maybe our prayers were going to be answered that rainy day. That didn't happen.

Instead, his tone suddenly changed and he transformed into an interrogator with these zone leaders as his unsuspecting first victims. "Why don't you baptize?" "Why can't you teach x number of discussions?" "Why don't you share the Book of Mormon with more people?" "Why are you not being a good Elder?" "Why are you not doing your duty?" Needless to say, we were all pretty floored at his tone. Any portion of "Spirit" that might have been present at that meeting was
immediately and swiftly ushered away like an uninvited guest. We all just kind of looked at each other in amazement. Some looked scared. Others looked pissed. I remember some sister missionaries taking it all in like they couldn't get enough. It dawned on me why we couldn't bring our recorders. I thought to myself, "this is total bullcrap!".

Fortunately, one of the zone leaders fired back at the pointed questions from this servant of the Lord and left quite an indelible impression on many of us. He said something to the effect that "...here we are busting our butts for the work as we face rejection day after day. The members don't support us, we have ridiculous pressures placed on us, we can't find half of the members who were baptized in the past, and no matter what we do, it's OBVIOUSLY not good enough!" He was perfectly direct and I think it stunned our speaker. We all clapped inwardly. Our mission president spoke soon after that and defended his mission and missionaries despite what the Seventy had said.

I left that meeting forever changed with a healthy dose of skepticism about what I once believed and had faith in. There was no inspiration from the top that day. Only the simple words of a young missionary stood out. What a great and liberating feeling it was.

He would require us to stand up in his honor every time he would walk in the room. He was in to music and so used mission funds to buy recording equipment so that he could have the most musical missionaries transferred to the mission home and make cassette tapes of songs that he liked. He then tried to get all the missionaries to pay $20/tape to pay for it all.

I would be surprised if he sold a single tape. What a nutcase.

It was discovered after this video was made that the temple president mentioned in this story was actually Pres. Grohberg, the father of John Grohberg the GA, and his brother the tyrant prick MP in Japan. This video just breezes through the incident, but it was abusive in ways that cant really be explained.

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=tE171zUBzac

What was your beef with him? Was this in Canada?

Many elders in my mission were falling in love with the native girls/women and vice versa. In one zone conference I was stunned that our normally calm, put-together mission president became enraged and emotional. He pleaded with the elders saying, "The women in this country aren't as good as the sisters back in the United States. Stop falling in love with these women! Please wait until you're home!" Many of the missionaries came from foreign countries including one of my companions. I was blown away.

I had a similar experience. I served in Russia and some missionaries had been getting married to some Russians. Our MP had us share a video in the districts about crocodiles sneaking up on animals on the shore that get too close to the water. Moral of the story, native girls were crocodiles looking to "get" us elders. He also mentioned in Zone conference that maybe Russian made cars look nice while we were there in Russia, but wouldn't we rather have a nice Ford? Oh and he told me that all these Russian members see is a blue passport on our heads. Made me sick how patronizing he was



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He came to Switzerland to dedicate a new chapel in Lausanne. We were so excited to have an apostle visit. We put up flyers around town with the heading "APOTRE A LAUSANNE!"

But he disappointed us when we held a zone conference and he spoke for a while, and then took Q&A:

He publicly humiliated a mishie who asked some specific questions about the priesthood at the time of Jesus. He bellowed, "Elder, are you asking me if the church is true??"

He casually replied to a mishie's question about teaching blacks by saying, "If you knock on the door of a black family, tell them a story about Jesus, and be on your way."

Later, during a private interview, I asked him about some specific wording in my patriarchial blessing. He dismissed my question by saying, "What does it matter?"

I never went on a mission but I have worked in acquisiton sales...same thing right?

before going young people should read this post

Yeah.


This thread should be required reading for their mothers too.