As a relatively new member, there are still tons of things I don’t understand. I was one who was very pleased to see the new member issue of the Ensign last month- and I hope Stakes keep back issues of it on hand for new converts.
Since we joined the Church, there have been many time where questions have come up, from the mundane, such as “What’s a Bishopric?”, to the more esoteric, “Why was the atonement necessary?”- Still waiting on answers for some, by the way. The Bloggernacle has been a stellar source of information for a new member- sometimes maybe too much information, and sometimes information I wish the Church addressed on its own, so new members wouldn’t have to find things out on the playground, such as it were. (I’m thinking specifically of Church history…)
Recently something happened that I don’t know what to do with- where to file it away, or if I have some sort of moral responsibility. So, I come to you, great and mighty Oz.
My husband and I were at a business dinner and cocktail partly for his company. Boorish affairs, but free dinner and a night out, so we attend. At the party is a married member couple we know. We are not in the same Ward, but we are casual friends, and see them occasionally socially. They’re nice people. We live very near the Temple, and they attend regularly- we have not done so yet.
During dinner, the wife comes and sits next to me and starts to chat. She is very chatty this night, and it doesn’t take me long to see that she is drinking (vodka). I’m a little startled, but I don’t say anything, and just continue to visit with her. The night wears on, and both she and her husband are drinking heavily, and are obviously intoxicated.
On our way home, I talked with my husband about how disconcerting I found the whole night. He listened and nodded, but didn’t say much, beyond noting they were adults capable of making their own choices.
When I ran into the wife a few weeks later, she looked a little sheepish, and made a joke about my being quiet, and thanked me. I felt terrible and strangely caught in a place I don’t want to be…
Now, as a convert, I had a colorful life before joining the Church. I am in no position to throw stones at anyone. But I feel so awkward, as though I am the keeper of a secret I don’t want to have, that isn’t mine. These people are breaking what I understand to be very serious covenants- and my heart aches. Do I have a moral obligation to do anything with this information? Or do I just sit on it, allowing that they are adults, as my husband says? I loathe the idea of being a gossip, and have told no one. I also loathe the idea that I have this secret that makes me so very uncomfortable.
What would you do