Winston and Yellowbird:
God bless you both! I too am a former Jehovah’s Witness. It’s been a long journey for me. I am in my mid 40s now, but was born and raised in the so called, “truth”. In my early 20s started questioning some of the beliefs and had a family member who was dis-fellowshipped. I could not understand the shunning as God is LOVE and is a forgiving God. This caused me great distress. I soon left the small city I grew up in and moved to a metropolitan city due to a job. Although I had not attended meetings regularly at that time, and had no other understanding of the bible, I still considered myself a JW. A few years later a horrible tragedy occurred. My father was having routine surgery and due to complications from him not accepting a blood transfusion (one of the JW beliefs), he passed away at 54 yrs of age. I was devastated. I could not get over his death and began to build up resentment toward this organization. I no longer attended meetings and often questioned my Mother about their teachings.
Fast forward about 10 yrs later. I found myself in the same situation again. My mother was now in the hospital having knee surgery. And again, she held on in ICU with no blood left inside her. The doctors were amazed she was still alive. The reason she held on was because she knew that my sister and I would do whatever we could to give her blood. We were not going to go through this again with another parent. She remained steadfast and made sure there were no blood transfusions. During one of these times when she fell off to sleep after we pleaded with her and she refused, a priest stopped by and asked my sister and I if we would like him to say a prayer over my mother. We agreed. After, we grabbed a bible and asked if he could talk with us. We asked him to “interpret” the scripture which the JWs base their belief on abstaining from blood. Our world changed at that moment. He politely closed the bible and said, “it is not what I believe this scripture to say or what you believe it to say. It’s what your Mother believes it to say. And it is HER beliefs you must honor”. My sister and I were not capable of rationalizing this until then. In that moment, it felt like a heavy boulder was lifted from our shoulders and we both felt peace. Although very, very difficult we walked in my Mother’s ICU room, held her hand and told her that she could let go. We were going to honor her wishes and not force a blood transfusion. We cried and prayed, but felt peace about this decision. She passed away the next morning.
There were many things that brought me home to Catholicism, but I believe that my Mother and Father brought me home. They are my angels. I was baptized and confirmed in 2010. My faith grows each day and I thank the Lord I found his Church!
May the Lord be with you in your search for answers and peace.