Posted by:
Greyfort
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Date: October 22, 2010 09:49PM
They got me when I was a teenager. When I reached 12, I began to wonder about God, life, all that stuff. I'd been baptized as a baby in the Catholic Church, but had never been taken to a Catholic service, so I didn't quite know what to do there.
I was taken to the Anglican Church at about age 3, but not since then, so I had no real background there either.
A friend and I started going to a local Baptist Church, but the Pastor stood up one day and started naming other churches, like the Mormons (didn't even know what a Mormon was), the Catholics, etc., saying, "Don't you pat them on the back and say, 'God bless you.'" I was appalled, so I left.
Then the missionaries showed up at my friend's door and we began taking the lessons. We joined the Church pretty close together.
For one thing, I was a very shy kid (still am shy actually), and I was getting involved with a nice group of kids, with high standards, as I seemed to just have naturally. No one taught me to have them. I just did.
Secondly, they saw God the Father and Jesus as two separate beings, which made much more sense to me than telling me that Jesus was always talking to himself. He was praying to himself, calling himself his own Father, and throwing his voice up to Heaven like a ventriloquist to say, "This is my beloved Son."
So I stayed. For 30 years. Then I found out the truth, got mad and left.