The following is my story (as copied and pasted from a similar question from a Y/A asker here: http://tinyurl.com/m4mhvt :
" I grew up in a Baptist faith household. Went to church every Sunday, went to Sunday school and all the rest. Pretty much what one would consider a nice decent kid. My mom and dad were and are well known in the music entertainment arena and our family had to travel often due to their schedules. One Christmas my grandmother gave me a Christmas present wrapped up and it was under the Christmas tree. I opened it and it was a yellow children's book entitled; "My Book of Bible Stories" (the Witnesses use to visit my grandmother every so often and I suppose she received the book from them and gave it to me as a gift).
I loved that book as a child!!! I would go by my grandmothers (she would "babysit" my sister and I at times) and when company would come over, sometimes my sister and I would perform a kind of "talent show" for guests. My sister would dance or do something entertaining and sometimes I would either play piano or I would talk about something I learned from the Bible via the "My Book of Bible Stories" book. People were impressed with what I was talking about and I would read them the Scriptures (the Scriptures were at the bottom of each story in the book).
Time passed, I got older, "My Book of Bible Studies" became lost and a lost memory and... life moved on.
High school years hit. I discovered rock / punk rock, got involved with the "wrong crowd" and sowed my wild oats as they say. I started a band and because of my family's connections in the music field the band went gigging and touring, which was out of the "norm". I partook in things that some people double or triple my age will never experience (and I hope they never will).
Drugs (marijuana, LSD, mescaline, hash, cocaine, alcohol) and being with various women of different ages, races, backgrounds were as common to me as water is in a person's bathroom... as these were readily supplied to me by the record label (this didn't include the "groupies").
I hit my bottom, recalled the words of my mother; "Whenever you feel at your absolute lowest, just remember that God will be your Father, Mother, Uncle, Friend or whatever He needs to be to help you and He will be there when no one else will... you are never alone".
Those words saved me.
I left the band, came home and prayed to God in a kitchen closet (when Jesus said to pray to God in your interior closet I took it literally LOL). I prayed to God in tears, yelling at Him in anger asking Him WHY was I still alive, what the hell is the purpose of it all?! I told Him how many of my friends had died and asked why was I still around. I told Him how I had tried to commit suicide but the doctors saved me... and for what?! I told Him that all I hear about and have heard about is how so damn powerful and loving He is but all I see around me is misery, cheating and people who have all the money get the upper hand. I told Him that either He show me what the hell He wants from me or stop toying with me and let me die!
The very next day... is when my life changed.
I was sitting in the living room of my mom's place and my sister (4 years younger than me) was doing some room cleaning. She was cleaning underneath a bed and asked me to help her, so I did. I noticed under the bed that there were all these various books, but one book in particular caught my attention, it was red and it's title was in gold lettering that read; "You Can Live Forever In Paradise On Earth". I thought that it was a very strange title so I picked it up, briefly flipped through it and saw "God" this and "God" that, scriptures and boat loads of colorful pictures. I decided that I HAD to read this book. My sister wanted to throw it out but I told her that it would be kinda like throwing the Bible away and she told me to just keep it since I was in dire need of God.
I read that little book for more than 8 hours straight! I couldn't shake what I was discovering, questions that I thought could NEVER be answered WERE being answered, questions that I asked various Pastors and Priests in which they could not answer WAS being answered, such as:
Why it's not true that all religions are different roads leading to God, why the cross or veneration / adoration of the cross isn't scriptural and actually is condemned by God, who God really is, who Jesus Christ really is, why humans are here, what happens at death, what kind of place is the Bible's hell, why God is permitting wickedness, what God's Kingdom really is, who go to heaven and why, what the return of Christ really means according to the Bible, what the end of the world really means, how the resurrection disproves the teaching of the so called immortal soul, what Judgment Day really is according to the Bible, how to identify the true religion, are we under the Ten Commandments, who the god of this present world really is according to the Bible... etc... etc.
I got ALL the Bibles that were in the house, in hopes of trying to DISPROVE what this book was saying. I found God's name and from there on out, by looking up the Scriptures, I realized that I had found something unique! By the time I fully finished reading the book, I was scared senseless, because I realized that I was in Satan's world, that all the places in which I thought were Almighty God's houses of worship REALLY weren't and that even my family were in and a part of Satan's world.
I started to panic, my sister came out and thought that I was on drugs or something, so she just kind of left me alone. This woman came into my head who was the mother of one of my friends who I had in the "world". She came to my head because I realized that she was one of Jehovah's Witnesses and I called her home at like 2:00am. Needless to say, she flipped out on me. She told me that I was a bad example on her son and all this other stuff (her son and I use to get high and do all kinds of crazy stuff... he wasn't a dedicated or baptized Witness) and hung up on me. I called her back and pleaded to her in the name of her God Jehovah to hear me because I needed help and didn't know who to turn to.
She asked me; "What did you say to me?" to which I told her; "I need help and that I didn't know who else to turn to", she said; "No that's NOT what you said, what was that NAME that you used?" and I told her; "Jehovah", she then asked; "How did you learn about that name?" and I told her what happened to me.
She told me that if I was serious, there was a meeting I could go to that evening at the Kingdom Hall which was were God's people meet for worship. I agreed without hesitation to go. I went to the meeting. I couldn't tell you for the life of me what the meeting was about, but I remember feeling like I was "home". It was peaceful, beautiful, tranquil and everyone respected the Bible. I was dressed like a freak of nature one would say. I had a white mohawk, sticking up with gel and hairspray and my hair roots were black (looked like a skunk), dog collar around my neck, black nail polish, leather jacket... etc... etc... you get the picture. No one bothered me, I wasn't made fun of (if I was, it certainly wasn't to my face) and I felt that everyone was sincere. I remember feeling a bit overcrowded because of so many people coming up to me after the meeting, so I excused myself to the restroom.
On my way to the restroom I noticed a child holding a yellow book and it caught my attention. I went to the kid and asked him if I could see the book, he nervously gave it to me and ran off. Anyway, the title read; "My Book of Bible Stories" and as I started flipping through the pages... MY MEMORY OF MY CHILDHOOD CAME BACK TO ME OF WHEN I HAD AND CHERISHED THIS BOOK!
I felt weak, faint, lightheaded, I started crying right there! People were confused to say the least and the elders there helped me to sit down and were asking if I was okay (one was rubbing my back and someone else got me water to drink, the sister that brought me didn't know what to think). I told them that I was better than okay, that God had found me and that... I was home!
A Bible study was started with me, I made changes, studied intensly, made it to dedication and baptism
and now I am.....
(happily married to a woman who is my best friend on earth, who I have known since 10th grade in high school, who is my dedicated and baptized sister in the faith and we have two amazing young kids)
There is NO ONE and NOTHING like Jehovah and His organization. It is an HONOR to be among the throng of my worldwide family of fellow brothers and sisters. I wouldn't trade this for ALL the money in the world, piled up in one place, handed on a silver platter to me. "
See you in paradise sis... Agape :0)
My personal experience of how I found and came into what I KNOW is the truth, as stated at John 8:31, 32.
· 1 decade ago