I questioned the ransom when I was sixteen. Gods beloved son tortured to death and for what? Never made sense to me, just step on that old serpent.
At nineteen I went to the pioneer school and the section on faith seemed like nonsense to me. At coffee time I said to a young pioneer, 'so we have faith because we want to have faith'? She laughed and jokingly called me an apostate.
They stopped us studying only the Bible with people when I was in my twenties, that was a loud warning bell. Why do that?
The lack of love, gossiping and general unpleasantness just turned me right off so I finally got out at thirty. Should have got out sooner with all these doctrinal questions. Lesson to self, don't doubt your own intelligence ever again.