I hope you are not serious about dropping the name "Former Adventist," because I would have never found you otherwise.I am a former Adventist and feel a need to tell my story and see if there are others out there like me.
I have vague memories of going to the Forest Lake Church as a very small child. My parents (both at least third or fourth generation adventists) backslid, you might say. They both met at the Laurel Brook School. Both came from broken families, my dad's father was abusive before and after becoming SDA and beat his children for not properly keeping the Sabbath. My parent stopped attending church in their twenties. I grew up knowing nothing about Jesus, state of the dead, Sabbath, etc. The only real education into spiritual things was a Baptist church I attended with a friend of mine and the book we had around our house called The Desire of Ages. As a teenager, my parents divorced, my mom went wild, working and attending bars to the point we never saw her. My dad went back to Adventism. My aunts, uncles, cousins, etc. were adventists but didn't live nearby. When I visited my dad who lived in a different state, I got a lot of criticism for what I wore, music I listened to, smoking, etc. I didn't feel that I had any acceptance at all.
At about 18, I had already been seperated from my husband and raising a son on my own and had gotten robbed and abused at a shoe store I worked at. I made a promise to God that if he would let me live through the ordeal I would serve Him. My journey began and through prayer and bible searching and trips to the public library (I also bought a book called The Great Controversy for 25 cents at a yard sale ) I found truth in the SDA message. I was married to my second husband and baptised at 23 into the church. I began losing my friends, family and my husband. I told God that I was not willing to leave everything. (I imagine Jesus saying "forgive her, for she knows not what she does). After that the devil beat me to a pulp till I was about 30 years old. Sick, downtrodden, undignified, I found I had no friends or family, only critical tongues. I found a friend in Jesus. I had hope again. I found love for others growing in my heart again. I was excited about learning about and getting closer to Jesus, my friend who LOVED me. I was rebaptized and put my daughter in an adventist school.
We were always poor, and my daughter and I always felt kind of like we didn't belong due to our lack of Sabbath clothing and money to do things other kids were able to do. It tokk everything I had to pay the bills and keep her in the school. My son saw a transformation in my life and came to church but they happened to be preaching about jewelry and he became uncomfortable about his earring and never went back.
I don't know why I quit going again exactly. I know it was something in me. I had tried to give up tobacco and failed and failed and failed. I heard that "you can't smoke in heaven" and all the lectures on health, etc. I needed an unconditional love and prayer, but I feel I was criticized. I think the church doesn't really know how to deal with people that are from the "real" world because they have been somewhat sheltered in the adventist community without having to make radical changes in dress, health, music, etc. Also my sister came back to church and was wanting support with how to handle her crack using husband and once other members knew they avoided her like a plague. Also I noticed at our evangelistic meetings some of the newly baptized were attending less and less. I felt a calling to visit some of them because I felt like I could relate to them. I went to an elder and said I wanted some addresses of the people that were fresh in adventism and he told me that was the pastors job, who was never there.
I have been feeling the drawing of the holy spirit pulling me back again. I want to be part of God's fold. I believe it is THE fold, THE truth, and I am dying without fellowship and service for Jesus. Oh yes, my 10 year old seems to dislike church, my 27 year old son has not been to church since that incident when he was 15, and my 21 year old daughter who went to the schools from 2nd-9th grade does not want to go either. I know I have been critical of this final church that is poor, blind, and wretched.