I can only speak for myself and say that my faith was not a solid one. Sometimes I believed more than other times, but never completely. There was a lot of denial. I didn't like meetings--I hated conventions and going out in service. What kept me there was obligation (the constant reminders that I had made a promise to Jehovah) and fear of displeasing him and being ostrasized because of it - Or not looking good in the eyes of the others in the congo and not receiving their love because of it. The later I have experienced since I left the Org. It's over and I'm trying to get on with life. I think many I knew were in denial--you could tell by their actions. Many were depressed--which is not a sign of someone who is living a joyous life in a spiritual paradise...
cybs