I was indoctrinated into CDism from the cradle. I believed in it as fervently as I believed in Santa Claus. Then Santa Claus was revealed as my dad creeping into my bedroom with presents early on Christmas day.
continued with CDism through baptism, becoming a CO for National
Service (choice of farming, mining or hospital work), Speaking, the
Then I ended up in a "dead" ecclesia which I stopped
attending and started to wonder what it was all about. The separation
from all things CD, except from a few understanding CD friends, enabled
my brain to gradually become free from the indoctrination of the
upbringing and later influences.
Suusie, it was this freedom to
reason out what CD`s were all about which enabled me to see clearly that
what they claimed as "The Truth" wasn`t truth. They`d got it wrong.
didn`t come to me in a Damascus road flash. It came gradually, piece by
piece. But the pieces began to fit together like a jigsaw puzzle, and a
more beautiful picture of the reality of Life and what the Bible is
began to emerge.
I`m still learning. I`m getting a great deal of
understanding from reading and listening to Bart Ehrman. I wake every
Sunday morning and am relieved that I don`t have to go to a
Christadelphian Hall. I think of the sisters worrying that the joint of
meat for the Sunday roast will be too small for the meal, because they
are scheduled to "entertain" the speaker, and their husbands have
neglected to inform them that the speaker is now bringing not only his
wife, but the wife`s mother and two elderly friends. Ugh!.
Contributed by Mancott