TJ, you asked:
"What finally caused the dissonance that made you want to question, investigate, and finally leave?"
'93, my son's second reinstatement hearing. My wife was praying in the bedroom. I was pacing the living room floor, beseeching Jehovah, my God. I knew it would be inappropriate to pray for reinstatement, but in view of "And this is the confidence that we have toward him, that, no matter what it is that we ask according to his will, he hears us", I felt that I could ask that the elders deal kindly with our son and, at the very least, show him their genuine concern in him as a person.
My son called. The elders had met with him for about 3 minutes, after he had waited about 45 minutes in his car after the meeting. They simply told him, without any interchange, that not enough time had gone by. He had been out a little over a year, at that point.
In that instant, TJ, something went out of me.
For the next year or two, I dreaded my wife's persistant question for which I had no answer: "Where is Jehovah in all of this?"
TMS