The first brick fell with blood.
I simply could not logically defend the change in policy, and I always prided myself in being able to debate the bible and doctrine very well and with dignity. I simply could not defend....even really stretching it.....why some things were "allowed" and others weren't. It began to dawn on me the people I knew or had heard of directly that "died faithful".
I wondered what they were being faithful to. Something they believed to be true no doubt, but who had taught them that was true? My logical mind kicked in and it went like this.
2) So who decided what was forbidden and not? What was the criteria for this?
3) Crickets.
4) Answers I received revolved around weak arguments of better overall health, continued growth and therfore evidence we could not have been bloodguilty, and the argument that "not that many had died", and that "cause of death really couldn't technically be traced to blood loss in most cases".
My brain went wild. I thought I could stay for the good. I didn't want to leave. Years later i knew I had to be my authentic self, or not. I decided to be authentic. My wife did too.
Blood started it all. It woke me up.
It gave me permission to research with new eyes things I had previously already held as truths.
Then.........it all falls down.