For me, it was a people problem that drove me away from organised . The church that I was a member of became increasingly a popularity contest. Who had the most , the most stuff, the fanciest house etc were considered to be more "holy" and "righteous"than we mere plebs who worked our ass off for what we had but didn't have the fancy stuff.

I realized after a while that those holy types were complete hypocrites, interpreting the bible in whatever way suited their own interests best. Every time a belief came up that disagreed or contradicted what they were saying, it was the devil doing it, Satan himself conducting his work and corrupting the dissenter.

The hypocrisy and elitism of the church drove me from faith. I'm a proud agnostic now. I believe that there may be something out there, in fact I think this world is too miraculous to exist without some sort of intelligent design.

However, I'm long past the point of an organization to try and find the answers. People are my issue with

Not the first, but the nail in the coffin was when I took a New Testament as Literature class in college. Finding out that the “gospel truth” was hardly that cemented my doubts on my religion, as well as others. Certain conservative family members of mine would roll their eyes SO hard if they knew it was a “liberal” establishment that eroded my faith, but I’m just thankful I understand myself and the world around me a little better from the experience.

Well, I was raised Mormon. So... the preisthood ban was one of the things. But I’m pretty sure the homophobic things had a big part in it. It was a while ago. But I could never get behind that. & in hindsight that makes perfect sense for me. Since I am bisexual.

Oh! And I went to school in South Africa for a bit. So being in a place where practically no one was of the same faith as me had me questioning real early.

Growing up, it was always a recurring thought to me that god wasn't like most other "friends" I had. I'd never physically met Him, despite claiming we were best buddies. He had more in common with the few imaginary friends I made up as a child. I tried to maintain absolute faith, but that thought kept coming, and it resulted in several severe "crises of faith" over the years.

Went to a bible study..... the more you read, the more questions you have...

Reading the bible...King James version.

I was raised in a strict Catholic family. I was a teenager in the 1960s and was very shy (a "late bloomer" ). I went to confession every week and church every Sunday. After an experience being molested when I was younger, I was careful to try to be a 'good girl'. We had to change churches, and I went to confession for the first time at my new parish; when I was finished, the priest said "Is that it?" and when I said yes, he made it clear that he didn't believe me and started to give me the third degree about what I had done with boys, and went so far as to make me feel like a liar and a tramp, when I knew I was none of those things. I ran out of there crying and devastated, and never went back. I felt betrayed that a person who was touted as being the embodiment of God on earth could be so cruel to someone who was being honest.

Hard to say - God making Eve out of Adam's rib sounded fishy