I’ve posted this previously, but for my mission, I’m one of the few who had negative numbers. I was in Japan right during the explosion of baptisms in the Land of Rising Sun. The Tokyo temple had just been dedicated in 1980 by the prophet Spenser Kimball who declared that the Lord had told him that this was the time for Japan, when the multitudes would join the faith.
And they did. There were thousands and thousands who were signing up on the dotted line. Our teachers at the MTC (Missionary Training Center) who had been there during this time were all so excited that we would be going over at this special time. They were there for the beginning, as we were to help continue.
Most were in the Tokyo missions, but even the humble Fukuoka mission was part of this great and exciting time.
But there was just one teeny, tiny problem. In spite of the tens of thousands of new members, there wasn’t a lot of growth in meeting attendance. My first branch had 15 people coming, in a city with four full time missionaries who had been there a decade.
Something was clearly wrong. The architect of this growth and General Authority for East Asia, Elder Kikuchi, sprang into action. We had area conferences where he would come and harangue us for not getting the numbers. We were lacking in faith. We were not fulling the promise from a living prophet to the Japanese people. We were not up to the standards of those perfect elders who had graced the blessed ground. OK, not quite those words, but we got the message.
It’s funny. I had grown up with complete faith and trust in the General Authorities, those men who regularly talked with God. And I sat in the back of a basketball court, on wobbly metal folding chairs with my mind simply refusing to form the thoughts it so desperately wanted to say: “This guy is full of shit.”
When it crashed, it crashed hard. Kikuchi was [del]fired[/del] reassigned to a desk job back in HQ where he could be watched more carefully. A few months later, the replacement came over and there were bunch more area conferences. This time, we had a new mission (no pun intended). The system was overloaded. Well over 90% of all the people who had been baptized in the previous five years were completely “inactive.” There were branches with several thousand members of record, and 16 people showing up. You can’t even begin to know where to start to fellowship.
From here
No. Year Members Annual Growth Rate
1 1976 27,516
2 1978 31,948 7.45%
3 1980 45,958 17.98%
4 1982 65,682 17.67%
5 1984 70,998 3.89%
So the new plan was to track down all these people and ask if if they wouldn’t agree to a “no harm, no fault” approach. We’d simply cancel their baptism, and it would like it had never happened. They could drink and smoke, and no one would bug them about that 10%. Most of them had been rushed into joining without knowing what was really involved. In a classic bait and switch routine, they were promised friendship with foreigners, no mention of the WoW or the other pesky commandments and then once they were actually in, the gaijin foreigners would go on to other [del]targets[/del] “investigators” and the cycle would continue.
Although I was still technically a believer and a missionary, it shouldn’t be surprising that I found my new calling and excelled in the role. No one out did me in the out doing process. I quickly made up for the four “Ins” with an magnitude great number of “Outs.” The funny thing is that the High Counsel was less impressed with my talents than the guys who had come back eight months earlier with more notched carved into their BoMs, although I left the Japanese church off in a stronger position when my time was up.
For the four who joined – although we had actually taught them the entire lessons, I didn’t feel they were ready but my senior companion overrode my objections. They were all inactive within six months of when we left the area.
I didn’t keep up with any of my companions, so I don’t know what has happened to them. I did meet one of the senior leaders in our mission. We were both in a bar in Roppongi, so there must be some more of us out there.