I have not had the same experience Michael has had (and I usually enjoy church a lot in my current ward), but I love the insight his comment gives about those who struggle in some way with a burden that constitutes a need to labor from being heavy laden - especially since his burdens within the Church are FAR heavier than mine.
God bless you, friend.
Michael's comment, with my own highlighting:
I dread the boring meetings (aka "revelatory experiences"). I abhor the dreadful art and the bland hymn singing. I can barely tolerate the mundane, careless and insulting people. And, as a gay convert, my acceptance in the Church has never been the most welcoming other than in a superficial, pitying kind of way.
However, when I feel all hope is lost and I am ready to return to my Catholic roots, I feel the beauty of the Holy Ghost and I hear the sweet whisperings of my Saviour telling me how much he loves me and I find myself deeply nourished by the words of the Book of Mormon and the revelations of the Prophet Joseph and I remember the incredible peace of the Celestial Room and I find the strength to survive another week of Church.