"We seldom get into trouble when we speak softly. It is only when we raise our voices that the sparks fly and tiny molehills become great mountains of contention."
It’s
organized
religion that causes all the problems — that’s what
militant atheists claim, along with lots of non-church-going
believers.
Why
can’t Christians (or Muslims, or Jews, or any other religion)
be content to keep their opinions to themselves and stop trying to
get other people to believe just like them? “Why do you
religious people insist on conformity?”
Let
me tell you a story. It’s true. It happened this past Sunday.
I
was singing with the stake choir at conference. We had already sung
one number. There had been an intermediate hymn, for which everyone
stood up to rest ourselves by standing.
Then
the stake president called a couple of people out of the congregation
to bear their testimony, after which we would all sing “How
Firm a Foundation” as a second intermediate hymn before the
stake president gave the concluding talk.
The
testimonies were borne. The conductor came forward to lead us in
“How Firm a Foundation.”
But
she forgot to give the signal for everyone to stand up.
We
stand up for intermediate hymns at conference. The only reason we
weren’t standing was because everyone was shy about doing it
without a signal.
So,
because I was right in the middle of the choir seats, I stood up,
urging other choir members to join me. Surely the congregation would
follow.
Uh-oh.
Not even the choir followed my lead. Apparently I had less
influence than I thought.
Only
Dan Zeller, who was sitting beside me, joined me in standing.
For
half a verse, we were the only two.
Conversation
with self: You look like an idiot. Who appointed you the monitor in
charge of sitting or standing during hymns? Doesn’t anybody
else want
to stretch their legs and back by standing as we sing? Maybe nobody
said to stand because they didn’t want
anybody to stand, did you think of that? What have you done to poor
Dan Zeller, by getting him to share your humiliation? The sooner you
sit down, the sooner you stop looking stupid.
It
was excruciating. Standing for the hymn was a good idea — but
it wasn’t a moral decision. It was more about physical comfort
and custom. So nobody was making a choice between good and evil.
And certainly seeing how isolated and embarrassed as Dan and I were
was not an incentive for anyone else to join us. Not even out of
compassion.
I’m
stubborn. Even if nobody else besides Dan and me was going to stand,
I wasn’t going to sit down. For the duration of the hymn.
In
fact, as long as I was on my feet, why not turn it into a solo? So I
sang with increasing gusto and visibly stood taller.
If
Dan Zeller had sat down, would I have had so much courage? Would I
have continued to stand alone? I’m so very glad that we’ll
never know the answer — Dan continued to stand with me.
Then
a teenage girl from another ward, sitting on the edge of the alto
section nearest the piano, stood up too. And, having even more
courage than I had, she waved to the congregation to stand up. Waved
twice.
Heeding
her, a few people started to stand up out in the congregation. Some
in the back whose faces I couldn’t see; then Chuck and Marcia
Gladden, against the wall but much nearer the front. A few more,
here and there.
A
few words into the second verse, the stake presidency looked at each
other; one started to get up, then another, hesitating. Finally they
committed and stood up together.
Then
the whole congregation arose.
We’re
a pretty good singing stake, but when you’re sitting down, it’s
hard to get much volume. People sing down into their hymnbooks, down
into the space between the benches.
But
once everybody was standing, the volume of the singing doubled. No,
it tripled. And the choir sang out even more boldly in harmony.
The
choir leader held up her fingers to show the number 7 — we were
going to add the seventh verse to conclude the hymn. Everybody got
that
signal, and the chapel filled with joyful noise.
Then
the song ended and we sat down.
I
stood, but I needed someone else to stand with me. If Dan Zeller
hadn’t joined me, would I have stayed on my feet? It would
have been a long, long hymn.
If
that girl hadn’t signaled others to rise, would anybody
have arisen? Why hadn’t I thought to signal others?
She
didn’t just signal. She insisted
that others join us. But a few followed.
The
stake presidency hadn’t been in a position to see me and Dan
standing, or
the girl when she rose to her feet. Only when a few in the
congregation followed her did they even realize that whether to stand
or not was an issue.
When
the authority figures finally stood, then all joined in. We became
one again. A community.
That’s
why we need the Church. Human beings, following the laws of nature,
crave a sense of belonging. Nothing makes us more uncomfortable than
standing alone, against the silent resistance of the whole community.
That’s
peer pressure. That’s why even people who are nonconformists
tend to nonconform in exactly the same way, and join together with
their nonconformist friends, so that when they’re together,
they get that comfort from belonging to a community.
We
Latter-day Saints don’t cease to partake of human nature just
because we’re converted. It’s hard to be visibly alone.
We
function in the outside world mostly by looking exactly like
everybody else. We don’t go off and gather in some lonely
spot, the way we did in the early days of the Church. We live among
our neighbors and conform to the norms of society in most ways.
Only
a few things make us stand out — our rejection of social
rituals connected with coffee, tea, alcohol, drugs, and, though it’s
fading in the outside world, tobacco. Our lack of free time because
of church responsibilities. Our Sabbath-keeping, our modest dress,
our clean language.
But
most of those things don’t call attention to themselves. We
can mostly fly under the radar. We don’t have to stand in
splendid isolation.
Even
so, it can be very lonely, knowing that you’re different from
everybody else at work, at school.
But
then we get to church and suddenly we’re surrounded by people
who live as we do, who share our odd (but true!) beliefs.
The
Church allows us to act together in order to carry out the Lord’s
work. But it also allows us each, as individuals, to satisfy that
hunger of the natural man to belong to a community.
From
the world, where we stand alone, we come together to form a
congregation where all rise and sing together with one loud, strong
voice.
A
religion without a church soon ceases to exist. Only when fellow
believers band together to satisfy that hunger to be part of a
community does it become possible to sustain unusual beliefs and
practices in the face of resistance — even passive resistance —
from the rest of the world.
There
are times when we have no choice but to stand alone. Even at those
times, it’s a lot easier knowing that there is a whole
community of people we know and trust who believe and act as we do,
even if they happen not to be present at this moment.
That’s
why we weak human beings need to strengthen ourselves by taking part
in an organized religion, and why the rejection of organization would
be the death of the faith.
We
bring less-active Saints into activity for their sake, yes —
but also for ours. And every new convert strengthens all the rest of
us.
And
together we work toward the day when everyone rises to their feet
and, all together, we sing the song of redeeming love.
Orson Scott Card is the author of the novels Ender's Game, Ender's
Shadow, and Speaker for the Dead, which are widely read by adults and
younger readers, and are increasingly used in schools.
Besides these and other science fiction novels, Card writes contemporary
fantasy (Magic Street,Enchantment,Lost Boys), biblical novels (Stone Tables,Rachel and Leah), the American frontier fantasy series The Tales of Alvin Maker
(beginning with Seventh Son), poetry (An Open Book), and many plays and
scripts.
Card was born in Washington and grew up in California, Arizona, and
Utah. He served a mission for the LDS Church in Brazil in the early 1970s.
Besides his writing, he teaches occasional classes and workshops and directs
plays. He also teaches writing and literature at Southern Virginia University.
Card currently lives in Greensboro, North Carolina, with his wife,
Kristine Allen Card, and their youngest child, Zina Margaret.