When i was about 14, i think. I normally went to church and we the teens had a cool priest. He was always nice and happy until one day he just snapped. It was the start of the day and he came stomping in mad for some reason. He had a stack of paper with him and he asked us 'What is the bible to us'. We all answered and he was mad and unforgiving with are answers, yelling and belittling us. He called on my friend and had his papers passed out. It was a long test on the bible and we all got it wrong. But only because we answered poorly and didn't look hard enough. He opened my eyes to how little I knew. I stopped going to church, I went looking for the answers to his test and looked, and looked. I soon stopped looking for some and I looked for new question and found new answers. The best answer i found is believe in the idea, not the idol. I still have not returned to church in 5 years and I still question and find my answers.