I have areas of disagreement with the church, and my belief in God has been wavering for a decade or more now, despite my mission and all that. I would say at this point I am more or less agnostic or at least agnostic-leaning. I am still more or less active in the church, but I simply do not feel anything from it like I did when I was younger or like others claim to do.
I feel good when I get emails from my daughter talking about her mission, and for father's day this year she wrote me a poem that really brought tears to my eyes, but I don't view that as the workings of the "spirit".
After quite a long hiatus (a few years really) my wife and I went back to the temple to be able to escort our daughter through, and then attended several times with her, and I have made a real effort this year in particular to reconnect and see what might be there for me in this religion. But in the temple I really just felt kind of ridiculous. I get that it is all symbolism and I studied it enough earlier in my life that I know what that symbolism for the most part is supposed to be, but in the temple with the clothes on, etc. I just kind of felt silly, and none of it resonated.
I felt like I was there with an open heart, as I had been preparing to help my daughter have a good experience there, which included reading the BoM for the first time in maybe a decade. But all I felt was silly. And frankly I was disappointed that I didn't have the same spiritual experience my wife and daughter obviously did.
Maybe I am just not on the same spiritual plane, or, as the thought that occurred to me in the celestial room in the Salt Lake temple, maybe this is all window-dressing and really is just silly. I honestly don't know, which is why I feel I relate more as an agnostic than anything else right now.
I have had experiences in my life that I cannot explain, and fit religious explanations better than anything else I can imagine. Experiences connected to my cancer, things to do with my kids, and other things that are just too perfect to have been coincidence, including a near-death experience I have spoken of here before. And it is these experiences that I feel I cannot deny, that when I try to deny them I feel just, well, wrong inside, that keep me from leaving it entirely at this point.
Don't know why I went on that ramble, but it feels good getting it out in the open. I cannot talk to my wife about this, or my parents, or my children. I have few friends that get it, and I have broached the subject with a few and all I get is either "yeah get out of that brain-washing thing" or "you just need to pray about it harder" as the standard responses in one form or another.
This is a great post and I have something to share, but it's WAY mire than I want to type on my phone. Next week sometime I'll have time at my desktop.
Ok, I finally have a few minutes siting at my desktop without a three month old on my lap, so here I go. This will probably come across like I'm a blithering, jumbled idiot, but what the hell.
Over the last 9 years or so, I have gone through extreme highs and lows (mostly lows) in my spirituality. At one point in time, I told my wife I was done with church. I was just going to walk away from it all. Currently, I'm in a kind of "meh" state. I've been to sacrament meeting once in the last 5 months or so. I go to the other meetings about every other week. Haven't been to the temple in well over a year.
What I've come to realize is that all of my external influences weigh a great deal on all of this. I truly hate my ward, which plays a great deal into it. It's no coincidence that my downward feelings coincide with me moving into my current house. There are a few people that I've connected with here (most of which have moved out now), but as a general rule, the people in my ward are assholes. There was even a neighbor who told a new person who moved in next door to them not to talk to us because we were "inactive". At that point in time, we had a newborn, it was winter, and we simply weren't taking him out. Anywhere. I was taking the other kids to primary most weeks. But since this neighbor (it was the wife) wasn't seeing my wife at church, we were inactive and not worthy of being included in things. Explain to me how Christ-like that is. I freaking hate it here. I would sell my house and move tomorrow, but for some reason, God doesn't want me to. And to be honest, it's really starting to piss me off. Now, I know people will tell me that I control my own feelings. Yes, this is true. But it's all interconnected and cyclical. When I hate my ward, I don't want to go church. When I don't go to church, I don't make the connections with the people. Apparently, when I don't make the connections, I'm deemed inactive or unworthy of inclusion into the many cliques of my ward. Because of these cliques, I hate my ward and don't want to go to church.
I've come to the conclusion (maybe I've simply talked myself into it as justification) that God alone knows what I'm feeling and why. He alone knows what's truly going on in my head. The beauty of it all is that He's the only one I really have to answer to. So I keep plugging along trying to do the best I can and be a contributing member of society trying to honestly help people and see the good in all men. If my activity or spirituality wane a little at times, oh freaking well. It will all work out in the end.
I know this isn't a complete relation to what you shared, but reading your post made me think of all these things, so I wanted to share it.