One of my first memories in life was sitting in my ward building learning for the first time Joseph Smith was tarred and feathered in 1832 just because he told people about the vision he had. The horror I felt in my body was something I can still feel just as I did 50+ years ago.
What I wasn’t taught in those early impressionable years, is my focus here today. It wasn’t until after I got out of the Church that I learned about the contradictions in Smith’s story. While there were a handful of questions in my mind when I left Mormonism, it never dawned on me just how many contradictions there were, or the vastness and totality of what he’d done.
