The movie opens with a sermon about a trained mariner who was a sole survivor of a sinking ship that went down at night. He was left with a lifeboat, and a sail. He had enough food and water for 10 days.
He knew from before the ship sank that he was 10 days from the closest land of any kind, so he set his course by the stars. For the next several days there was changing weather and heavy cloud cover both day and night. Imagine how difficult it would be to never change your course from the one chance that you had to determine the one and only path that would save your life!Is there any doubt in your life? What should you do about it?
In my life I can look back and see the first hints of doubt about the veracity of The Church of Jesus Christ of Latter-day Saints, and it is this: If a man lives a perfectly good life, and does every kind of "good" that the Mormon doctrine teaches, but turned away the missionaries and said that he didn't need religion in order to do good, the Mormon doctrine would condemn this man because he rejected baptism. End of story! One strike and you're out! That is the doctrine, so don't try to sugarcoat it and make it more palatable. Also, don't go and put it on the shelf as a question that will be answered in the next life. If your religion teaches this doctrine, this is a valid question that needs to be answered.
Why is a "good life" not "good enough" for your God?
Please don't try to tell me that "baptism is the door" and everybody has to pass through the door. A real heaven would not have walls to hold people out, so there is no use for a door. The Soviet Union built a wall in Berlin. China built a wall. Prisons have walls. Vaults have walls. A benevolent God would have no use for a wall.
I could never understand how the Mormon God would discredit a perfectly good life that was lived in every way according to the same teachings of good social graces and humanity that the Mormon Church taught just because the man had a chance to be baptized and he refused. It made about as much sense as the Catholic baby that would burn forever in hell if it wasn't christened before it died.
For two years, as a missionary in Uruguay, my companions and I would meet wonderful and good people who didn't want to take the discussions and join the Mormon Church, but every month in zone conference it was drummed into our minds that these people would have to convert to Mormonism and be baptized before God would open the doors of the Celestial Kingdom to them.
That is what first sowed the seed of doubt in my mind...not only with regard to Mormonism, but with regard with any organized religion.
While my siblings will use the mariner allegory from the Doubt sermon to point to my departure from God as a course correction that will cost me my eternal salvation, I prefer to think of the allegory in another way.
My parents taught me to live a life of integrity, and this integrity included a propensity to do good to all humanity. Because my parents also belonged to the Mormon Church, they augmented their teaching with the tools available to them at the time to help me set the course for my life. By 1977, after growing up in Cardston, and in ultra-conservative Alberta, Canada, the course had pretty much been set for my life and I moved away from home. I never went back to Cardston, and rarely had contact with my parents because my life took me to far-away cities.

Storms came, and my lifeboat took a beating. I knew I had been knocked off course, but was I just a little off course, or was I way off course? I had no idea, and I could no longer see the stars (my parents had died). One day, the clouds thinned, and for a moment I could discern where the sun was and its direction of movement. I adjusted my course, and it saved my life.
In my case, doubt was healthy.
One should always be prepared to question authority, and never follow it blindly. Common sense dictates that a person would seek a second source when it is available, and when doubt creeps in, allow it room to see if the information now available to you...current information...is going to prove more reliable than something based on old traditions and outmoded thinking.
My parents, and the Mormon Church in the 1970's, did not have any understanding of what made a man experience attraction to other men. It just "seemed odd" to them, so they taught that it was wrong. They set their course, and Mormon tradition dictated that they never deviate from that. When the "sun became visible" and science irrefutably supported the hypothesis that a small (but consistent) percentage of men are actually born gay and cannot change this orientation, nobody in the Mormon Church (or my family) was willing to correct their course.
That is the fatal flaw of religion. The Abrahamic religions set their course, and here we are, 5,000 years later, with billions of followers who are not willing to look up in the daytime to a fully visible sky and adjust their course based on new, current, information.
With the hope of giving you a gentle nudge toward healthy doubt, I ask you again: "What kind of God is it that you (they) worship where a "good life" is never going to be "good enough" unless a person accepts some mythical ethos that there has to be a savior?"
I just don't get it. I never have. Not even on my best day as a Mormon.















