You may have noticed the battle of condescension in my latest adventure with the LDS missionaries (here and here).
When the warriors of Truth (with a capital "T"!) discovered that I was a former Mormon yet not hostile towards Mormonism, they immediately assumed that I'd never tried very hard to believe in it. That's what I figured they'd conclude -- if they're confident that their beliefs are correct, that would be the most logical explanation for them of my situation.
For my part, whenever I chat with the mishies (as with these earlier adventures) it's all I can do to avoid hearing the Cat Stevens music swelling in the background:
...you're still young, that's your fault,
There's so much you have to go through.
Find a girl, settle down,
If you want you can marry.
Look at me, I am old, but I'm happy.
I was once like you are now...
But really, I try to avoid taking the attitude of "Aren't you the cutest little thing? When you grow up, you'll see it's all a fairy tale." Because that does nothing but insult them.
They're adults, off on their own (sort of), and have chosen to go through this difficult-yet-wacky rite of passage. And I have no particular reason to think that any of the ones I talk to will ever leave the church.
These are guys who will likely go on to be corporate executives (or cogs), voting against gay rights, etc. So maybe I should join my fellow exmos in seeing the missionaries' attitude as arrogance rather than seeing it as the friendly confidence and ambition appropriate to their age.
Still, those who are going to go back and become part of the backbone of conservative society would do well to see that Mormons and other religious people aren't the only good people out there.
Or perhaps it's just my own arrogance that makes me say that if they've taken the trouble to come all the way to France to teach the people here, then we here can return the favor by giving them some food for thought as well, to take back with them...