Tammy ses:
And you, Sol, don't know Him. How can you? You don't even believe He exists.
So I am sure you will not mind if I do not put much stock in who you think He is. I would rather just get to know Him, himself.
If you haven't read a headline lately, there's no way of getting to know him now: he's been dead for 2,000 yrs.
Aside from the inconvenience of his being dead and all, you forget that once I DID believe in him; I felt his presence, his comfort, his love.
And you know what? It felt pretty damned goooood, basking in the warm glow of his loving kindness, warmth, grace, compassion, wisdom, mercy: all of it. I imagined him when I was being persecuted (like when two bullies who tormented me that year because I didn't salute the flag tried to prod me into a fight on the playground; I silently prayed for strength, and they gave up after I repeatedly said I wouldn't fight, over and over).
I imagined him when I did something I thought would please him and God, and felt he was proud of me. My own father lived away (parents were divorced), so he was maybe like a step-father, the proxy male-authority figure who was always there. I was raised by a single mom, and there were four kids in the house.
So I know what you feel, Tams: everyone here does, too! We ALL felt it...
Some here probably would continue feeling his warmth, but got DFed (which is a blessing in disguise: they were forced to go cold-turkey on their addiction to Jesus Juice™), others still sought the same high except from another Juice™ dealer (pushing another flavor of Juice™), and others felt disillusioned and rejected, condemned by the Jesus whom they loved, etc. Some don't experience anything except relief, some don't think about it, and others are angry, or riddled with guilt. Everybody has a different story.
Some of us listened to 1 Cor 13:11: "When I was a child, I talked like a child, I thought like a child, I reasoned like a child. When I became a man, I put childish ways behind me." That's what happened to me: I grew up, and fortunately didn't have as strong family pressure to continue, so I grew up with a way to escape. I was a good reader, and read books that challenged the belief system (Orwell's 1984 comes to mind: required reading, if anyone hasn't read it).
My intellectual curiosity led me to a world I never imagined existed in the JWs, and I literally would have to experience MAJOR HEAD TRAUMA to ever consider believing in what I 100% KNOW to be a seductive but massive lie, built up over 1,000's of years, one that is SO GRAND that it's not fully comprehended by many people. I'd have to forget everything I've learned about the natural World, and the accumulated knowledge handed down to us from prior generations (Galileo, DaVinci, Copernicus, Descartes, Watson and Crick, Einstein, etc, etc) that I could never unring THAT bell.
Once you have gained knowledge of how things REALLY DO WORK (eg biochemistry, physiology, genetics, etc), there's no putting a mind back behind bars, asking it to believe ancient superstitions.