When my parents first took up the religion they were newly married and were starting out with a little family in the 80’s here on the Isle of Man. My mother previously had dealings with the witnesses as her parents dabbled with it in the 70’s but never really stuck to it, as it didn’t fit in with their ideals and lifestyle, so she knew a few of the local witnesses quite well. When they called round on their ministry they were welcomed in to the home readily. This gave them an opportunity to perform the carrot and stick routine for this young family, by showing them a few images of wickedness in the world and then showing them various artist’s impressions of paradise, what young family wouldn’t want their kids to grow up in a world where there was no hit and run’s, where there was no more dictators, no more wars and most importantly no more worries? Slowly but surely they were reeled in to a religion that professed to be normal but underneath is fundamentally flawed.
This was to be my life growing up, all I knew was this religion, I was taught all there is to know about the bible from cover to cover; there was so many things to learn and study, the study aids were numerous, there was and still is a 200+ page book for every topic that the bible covers they had everything sewn up… all the answers, but I walked away when I was 24, what would make someone who had such an extensive biblical knowledge and a bible-based upbringing just leave it all behind?