"My problem was that unlike the other holy ( Marks and Spencer/ Next-wearing ), humble, young people in the church, I was the daughter of parents who had left the original church commune back in the seventies, before I was born. They were back in the fellowship, of course ( no one escapes - its like Star Trek's 'Borg'! ), but no longer elders...I met a wonderful man called Stuart, but as soon as my parents found out, they threatened me with kicking me out of the house. Grief, I loved him - but the threat of bringing me in front of the elders of the fellowship to confess my sin, and to be told of the dangers of hell ( and I still believed in it, even then ), was too much. I 'gave him up'."
"I still had questions - why could I speak in tongues? What was prophecy, and why could my dad do it? How had I been healed of asthma as a child? But gradually these kind of questions were answered...I still have some anger - I just don't know to whom to direct it. My parents? My dad e-mails me from time to time, but my mum doesn't speak to me any more. My sister hasn't spoken to me for two years, and I don't care. I did at first, but now I don't. You can't have a relationship with someone who really thinks you're going to hell. Most of my anger is gone now. I just get on with my life; I'm glad I escaped sooner rather than later." ( A quotation from: exchristian.org / Location / Kicked out into truth )