I had a strong faith in God before becoming a JW, but I also believed that he left humans to handle their own affairs. And I was fine with that.
I enjoyed reading the freaky shit in Revelation, the poetry of the Psalms, the wisdom of Proverbs, Jesus words brought me comfort and hope.
I knew I didn't understand it, but I also did'nt have to. The bible was a curiosity I had no need to "know " what everything meant.
It just felt good, that's all.
Then the witnesses came along and told me all the things I did'nt know might actually kill me one day, as God does'nt accept ignorance as an excuse.
They took my simple faith in God, and acceptance of the unknown, and made me believe the way I worshipped was all wrong.
They demolished my little ramshackle house of faith and put it back together again like a WT McMansion.
Now my WT house has caved in and I am starting again from scratch.
(sigh) Oh well, you live and you learn.