A copy of the letter I mailed to membership records last week. Along with all the required resignation gobbley-gook, I included this paragraph:

I had hoped when my husband and I stopped attending church three years ago that it would not come to this. Like many inactive families, we have many good memories of our years in the church—a mission, a temple marriage, youth dances, the works—and we have respect for our Mormon heritage. But the church’s recent hateful role in California on the issue of gay marriage is not something that I can bear. I have no desire to be counted among the membership of an organization that espouses hatred and has so clearly disregarded the teachings of Christ. As the past is prologue, I probably shouldn’t be shocked: I was once among those apologists who could talk myself out of the disappoint I felt in the history of the church’s treatment of women (think Equal Rights Amendment) and African Americans. In the words of Abraham Lincoln: “To sin by silence when they should protest makes cowards of men.” I will not be a coward. Hence this letter of resignation. Your decision to insert yourselves into politics in such a divisive manner has hurt families, it has hurt wards, it has caused wounds that might never heal. The name of the Church of Jesus Christ of Latter-day Saints has been sullied, perhaps permanently. And I am immensely, immensely, sad about that.