true, but misleading..
they strongly advise against ANY substance that significantly alters mental functioning.
To that point, not "soda" but rather caffeine is frowned upon.
And Its not "forbidden" but strongly discouraged...
thus, an observant Mormon will generally accept a coke, if its the only thing you have to offer... but given a choice would pick root beer cause it has no caffeine.
I have known mormons who take this so seriously that they won't even eat chocolate.
Oh, my heck!!!! LMFAO squared!
Sorry Phil, but I still have such keen memories of living among the brethren and the sisteren that the "an observant mormon will generally accept a coke, if its [sic] the only thing you have to offer . . ." part of your post made milk come out of my nose!
I worked for a company owned, operated, and directly run by a bunch of sweet spirits for five years. This was during a time I had returned to Zion in order to care for my dying mother and ailing father. I was the only non-mormon among 100 employees. Before quitting after working there for five years, the president of the company told me that he had assumed I was just a jack mormon when he initially interviewed and finally hired me (I'll let
you explain the jack mormon concept to LPSG-ers) and that his influence and guidance would bring me back into the fold.
The majority of my coworkers were pleasant enough, except for the overzealous RTM's the head of sales was fond of recruiting. And even they calmed down after a while once they got married and laid. But one thing that was quite amusing about this group was their consumption of Diet Coke. Not regular Coke. Not Coke without caffeine. But Diet Coke with . . . . hush . . .
caffeine. There were a few real jack mormons hidden way back in the production area of building who had a coffee pot which was tolerated. However, in the company kitchen there were four refrigerators: one contained perishables such as lunches brought from home by many of the employees. The other three refrigerators we stocked deep and tall with Diet Coke, except for a small section where a few of the most devout squirreled away a 7-Up, a few regular Coca Colas and maybe a Squirt or a root beer (
which, unless specifically stated on the can, contains caffeine BTW LOL! If you want a good root beer caffeine fix, try Bargs). Once in a while, a real beer would find it's way at the very back of that particular refrigerator.
But back to my favorite moment. The majority of the employees lived in Bountiful, Ewetaw, and would take 2-15 to get to work, which was almost in West Valley City. As Ewetaw continued to blossom like a rose 2-15 became so bumper-to-bumper that the sweet spirits had to leave earlier and earlier every morning to arrive at work on time. One of my favorite sweet spirits was "Mean Jean the Payroll Queen with the big black shiny adding machine." She was the CEO's sister-in-law, former Relief Society President of her ward-I'm-worried-about-the-Beaver, but since becoming full-time career woman had reduced her calling to just teaching a Sunday School class each week. She would practice delivering her lessons on the other women in the administration division during lunch hour as they all sipped on their Diet Cokes. She was also the one who oversaw that plenty of junk food (mountains of it) was kept in stock and the three refrigerators were always loaded. She also maintained a very pleasant and kind demeanor, even during some of the roughest patches of the company's early days. I liked her, despite the fact her book keeping skills were so bad that there was always something wrong with the payroll checks.
One day she arrived late to work. For some reason all four refrigerators were empty. There were cases of Diet Coke stacked next to them, but they were warm. Mean Jean (who was always anything but mean) completely lost it and began screaming at her staff. She became major unglued. It was a magic moment for everyone. The receptionist and a billing secretary rushed out of the building on an emergency errand just to hit a Seven/Eleven and buy a couple of cases of COLD Diet Coke. Apparently, sweet spirits don't drink Diet Coke with ice cubes. They prefer to mainline it straight from a freezing cold can.
By the way, those refrigerators were empty because the night and early morning shifts of the sales department (all men) had drank everything. The idea of restocking the refrigerators was "women's work." I'm quite serious.
So, out of slightly over 100 mormon employees there was at lest one steak (medium rare) president, three bishops, a bevy or shiny elders fresh from their missions, and a passle of middle-age devout Relief Society regulars who never displayed any sense of irony that although coffee was bad, Diet Coke was just "fudging" a little when it came to their hallow Words of Wisdom. The only wisdom I observed that particular morning was that Mean Jean wasn't packing a gun. She was in major need of a caffeine fix, but rather than keep Coke at home, she felt she was within the moral safety zone of just drinking Diet Coke at work -- sometimes eight or nine of them.
I found these mormon co-workers to be the norm. All of my relatives, devout mormons to the last one, generally suck down one or two Diet Cokes after eating breakfast and dashing off to work or just to jump start their day. :tongue:
As my father always commented, "Yup, it's the do as I say not as I do club."