Interesting title to the thread.
I was raised as a witness. My parents are still very active (elder Dad and pioneer Mom) I have the utmost respect for my parents. IFor whatever reason, being a witness works for them, and that is their choice. It fills a need, a void, that they have. Thus far, they have refused to shun thier children, even though we have all made our exit from the witnesses. That is why I respect my parents. As deeply involved as they are, they still know that shunning is wrong.
Looking back now, I can say that I had no faith then. Where is the need for faith when you are being told that you already have all the answers? Nothing that I was taught required faith. What was required was blind, unquestioning obedience. I believe that I was around 12 when it first dawned on me that what I was hearing from the platform didn't really mesh with the scriptures. I can vividly remember reading the context of a scripture and realizing that the "meaning" I had just been given had nothing to do with the actual context of the scripture being read. I don't remember the exact scripture because there were so many. All in all, I felt I was witnessing modern day pharisees.
I walked away for good after the birth of my first child. I knew that I could not be a hypocrite and raise him in something that I did not believe in myself. I didn't leave because I wanted to go out and do bad, sinful things. I didn't leave because I was too weak to follow what I was told God was requiring of me. I left because my God given conscience told me that I could not stay there and pretend that I believed it was true just so people would continue to talk to me. I could not tell others to examine their religion under a microscope when I knew that such detailed examination of my own was not allowed. I watched witch hunts go on. I watched a family member be accused of starting their own religion and hearing that rumor spread around the circuit like a bad game of telephone, all to prevent anyone from actually TALKING to this person, even though he had never expressed his feelings to ANYONE that had not asked him.
I guess the simplest way to put it is that I realized that I had been given the house built on sand, and I wanted the one built on the rock mass. I now have that. And the warmth and love and connection and faith that I have now cannot be adequately put into words. It leaves me nearly speechless, this feeling that I now have because I have that close personal relationship with Christ. He is my mediator, not men.