![]() The ‘yes’ answer, for me, brought with it too much wasted emotion, too much frustration, too much revulsion, too much embarrassment, and too many worn-out follow-up questions that become exhausting to answer (How many wives do you have? You have never tasted beer or smoked a cigarette?). I knew at that moment that I never wanted to answer that question in the affirmative ever again in my life. There was no middle ground on whether one was a member or a non-member in my mind, it was either ‘yes’ or a ‘no’. To make matters worse, I had served as a membership clerk for the church. Are you a Mormon? There is no way to avoid it. I looked around at the faces, the question hanging in the air I realized that no matter where I went on the face of the earth the question would continue to come up. As I sat there in that tent in Peru, the experiences of the last two years of my life and my startling discoveries flashed through my mind. Are you a Mormon? Lee responded in the affirmative, and since our guide knew we were brothers, he then turned to me and asked the same question. The next question was not a big surprise. Lee said he lived in Salt Lake City, Utah. ![]() ![]() Our guide, being very cordial, was asking the group, who were all US citizens, about our home states. It was the first day of the trek, and we had stopped for lunch. I was with my brother Lee and some friends hiking the Inca Trail to Machu Picchu. ![]()
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