Thanks Sara...got the link. You are an write amazingly well. Your story is one that is highly interesting. Thanks for posting that!
I guess that my story should be shared too, although it's nothing as interesting as most of yours. :)
Ever since I was a little girl, I have been searching for my "truth". I remember being in church (born and raised Catholic) one day and after the mass, was standing outside with my Grandmother and a bunch of her friends. Being the little girl that I was (maybe 8 or so), they paid little attention to me as they talked about the other people around them. So and so was definately going to hell because of such and such, and OMG...did you here about this other person??? On and on it went and I remember being struck by the hypocrisy of it all. Are we not going to church to learn how to better love our brothers and sisters? And are we not taught NOT to judge? That that job belongs to the Big Guy upstairs?? Who are we to pass judgement like that? So that was the begining of the search for me.
Over the years, I have read about many different types of religions and have taken the best from them and molded my life accordingly (sometimes I refer to this as hedging my bets...hey you never know! LOL). I've had JW's come to my door in the past and have even let them in to discuss their views. Had some pretty interesting conversations too! Then I met my friend, C, where we both worked. She would come over and would talk to me about her views and I would talk to her about mine. There were many many points that we agreed on. We would have long talks too about the whole disfellowship issue as well. THAT was my sticking point...for the life of me, I could not understand how a good and loving God could condone making one of your family as dead if you did not believe as they did. Totally incomprehensible to me.
Then I moved away...to a different country and felt the loss of her friendship deeply. At about the same time as this, she was going thru some mighty nasty times with her husband and the bottom line was that she was to have no more contact with me whatsoever. We talked about this on the phone and out of respect for her marriage, agreed to this. The conversation ended with the caveat that should I ever turn to the truth, then we can be friends again. Our friendship meant so much to me that I started looking into it, even going to a meeting or two. But after those meetings where I was looking around and wondering how in the world could role playing make me closer to God, I decided that the WTS was not for me. That's when the searching for the history of the JW's came to be.
So that, dear people, is my story in a nutshell.
I'm really enjoying reading all of yours! Thanks!
Andie