Although I was born and raised in the 2x2 way, I never professed. My parents have meeting in their home, and I have an uncle who is a worker. I left home at
age eighteen and never went to meeting again.
I have fond memories of growing up that way. The sense of fellowship within this group is very strong and genuine, the support and love is apparent. I remember
realizing that we were very different from the rest of the world, which seemed to be a point of pride among the workers. They were always talking about the
evils "of the world" and false churches. We went to convention faithfully (2 in October every year), Sunday morning meeting, Wednesday night meeting,
Union meeting, and special meetings. However, despite all of the vivid memories I have, I don't recall learning much about what their actual doctrine was,
which seemed to me to revolve more around a simple lifestyle and loving and serving God.
My parents never pressured me or my sisters to profess. In retrospect, I've come to the conclusion that my upbringing was much more liberal than other
children; for example, I was allowed to participate in sports at school, I was allowed to date girls outside the Truth, I could read whatever I wanted, we had
a radio (and a computer), etc. I never felt comfortable with this way of life, though. The worldly distinctions seemed to me to be fairly arbitrary. In other
words, aren't cars "of this world"? Is it sinful to buy clothes, or should you make them yourself? I soon realized that while there is
much sin in the world, it is impossible and unrealistic to expect to avoid "the world", mainly because we live in it anyway. I decided that
television was not inherently sinful, but rather the application of television that could be potentially sinful. These sort of thoughts were in my mind growing
up. When I turned eighteen, I moved out of my parents' home and started college. I began working at a Catholic hospital, and met many people of many
different faith backgrounds. During college, I attended Baptist church, and I met some wonderful people there. I admired their enthusiasm and love of God, but
I felt there was something missing. Over the next 12 years or so, I began doing research into the origins of Christianity, reading the Bible and the writings
of early Christians. To my surprise, I discovered that they appeared very Catholic, as did the early church.
To make a long story short, I became Catholic. Those who know me from the internet know that I love talking about my faith, although I admit that
I'm sometimes overzealous. I speak out against what I feel are misunderstandings of Catholic theology often, which includes speaking out against 2x2
doctrines. I don't consider myself "bitter" since I did not necessarily experience any "abuse" in the Truth. Many of my memories are
pleasant, and I still enjoy meeting with my parents' friends at times. For this reason, I'd like to think that this eliminates the possibility that
I'm a bitter "ex" with an axe to grind.