My Answer to why did you stop believing in God.
I was born and raised as a witness 60 years ago.
Thirty years ago, I realize things were not adding up in Watchtower land.
I escaped which is a story in itself. Then I read the bible cover to cover 5 times.
I watched tv preachers and read their mailings. Mailings of encouragement
and solicitations for funds.
There where things I did not appreciate about the bible.
I was perishing and I found the scriptures foolish.
I am not saying I was perishing because I felt guilty.
I was perishing because everyday was the same, go to work, make some money, spend some
money, save some money, take a vacation, buy toys, play with toys, play sports, eat well
It dawned on me often, that I was like a lesser Solomon, I scratched all my itches, tickled all
my fancy and still everything was vanity.
I read as much as I could, and I mean as much as I could. My last ten working years I worked
as a deputy Sheriff on the midnight shift at the county jail. That job gave me 6 out of 8 hours a night
to read and explore. I couldn't and cant read that much at home. I was on camera I had to be awake
full of coffee and I sat there and read. I read classics, college text books, I googled and searched Amazon
for books explaining the origins and meaning of life.
I read books by atheist, books about aliens, everything I could find on the meaning of life, and our
origins.
For about 5 years, I was agnostic, I doubted the God of the bible. I was like a modern day Apostle
Paul, I argued with and put down Christians.
My epiphany was not a materialization, but a realization, that I was empty inside.
So I recalled the days where I was more happy and more fulfilled and when life had a meaning
and purpose. And those where the days when I prayed and thought about God and read the bible.
I realized as a man thinketh in his heart so is he.
So I started thinking about God and Jesus and developing a personal relationship. And
it worked for me. I enjoy my relationship and understanding of God.
In time I stepped over all the dead bodies of friends families and loved ones. I realized I was on the long
trail to the elephant grave yard.
To me, for me, it makes sense to believe in God. This life is not the best life, but it is the way
to the best life. We all have to die.
My experience with the witnesses threw me a curve ball but I got through it.
I was mad at God for sometime because of it.
I was mad at God for all the bad that happened to me and to the world.
Then I came to realize. I was only hurting myself. God does things his way.
And I can either take his blessings, take the good with the bad
or be mad and angry with him and leave his presence,
which is a way of creating our own hell on earth and eternity.