When I was in the church, they would often teach that the 144,000 saints would go to heaven alive with the heavenly mother, who would never die.

In the church, we were expected to ask for permission to do anything, including visiting our parents, changing jobs, or attending a funeral.

Shortly after I joined the church, the missionary dispensed some critical advice to everyone: The church members are not your friends. You shouldn’t have any friends here. Church is to foster your relationship with god, nothing else.

My marriage wasn’t arranged. It was a sinful marriage, but also a practical one.

The first arranged marriage I witnessed in the church was a surprise.