I was a former Catholic who had walked out in disgust of that Church years earlier when a witness knocked on my door.
I was lonely, poor, depressed and being emotionally abused by my husband.
I believed most, if not all, of the original information presented to me from the Bible. It made perfect sense. Spend 17 years trying to reason on ludicrous Catholic theology, and the simplicity of the "good news" will seem miraculous. The message of the Witnesses appealled to my need for simple, concise logic.
The thing that got me totally involved was that I did pray to Jehovah, asking him to show me what his will for me was. These prayers (ostensibly) helped me to do things I never thought I would be able to do.
From the start, however, I did not see any outpouring of love and acceptance. So I decided to be the "loving" one in the congregation. That filled my need to help others, as well as my need to feel "special". Hey! I was on the "narrow road". Even as a young girl, I used to worry about that. I knew, as a Catholic, that I was not on the narrow road. I was sure I had found it. Hey! Someone (Jehovah) finally loved me. And there -was- love in the congregation. I was supplying it - in my limited, neurotic way, of course.
I did not believe many of the "deeper" philosophers (the "meat"). But I kept my mouth shut. Things became less and less logical. Downright stupid, in some cases.
No, I did not see at all how the WTS was a cult. It never occured to me. I was grateful to know get to know a loving God. Funny how he became much less loving as time went on. His love became conditional. In the end, listening to the Witnesses, it seemed he was no better than the Catholic god; he'd nuke me at Armegeddon for sure.
The fault is not with Jehovah. It's with "his" organization. Imperfect men, yeah, blah, blah, blah. How much less perfect can they get?
Beryl