The Church churned out so much language. There were four books of scripture, three hours of Sunday meetings, two annual conferences, and one prophet all spewing thousands of words at us nonstop, but distilled, the mantra was simple: Obey. Pay your tithing. Don’t stray. Their words were weapons meant to hem us in. And it worked. The leaders didn’t need to keep kompromat on the members to stop us from leaving; all they had to do was keep talking.
