I talked to my parents tonight. The first time in a year and a half. I will save you all the boring details of my life, being raised in the truth by an elder dad, pioneer mom, yada, yada.
Tonight they were very loving and kind. Filled me in on all the details of their life. A childhood friend of mine is their new circuit overseer. The fleshly brother of the family of the overseers wife who I know, who left the org. as a teenager, has finally come back to his senses, after 30 some years, and is active. yada, yada, yada.
My problem is, after everthing I have been through, everything "I" have experienced, how can these people still believe? I don't even care about the son who came back. For what I have learned, his love for his parents is probably stronger than their love for him, so he dicided to make them happy in their old age. They are in their 70's.
My mom said, his mom stopped praying for him to be taken care of, and started praying for him to hit rock bottom, after 30 years, he did, and came back. The mom realized she was praying for the wrong thing. ( Everyone beware, new light, we are all be being prayed for to fall flat on our Butts, than we will come back.)
I love my parents, if fact I told my parents years ago, I loved them more than they love me. I know I do. I would take care of them no matter what. I know they wouldn't even talk to me if I told them what I have come to learn, and believe about the organization.
If I was destitute, living an immoral life, <immoral- insert your own definition here> for 30 or more years, and came back to the organization. I would be a heroine. But to live a moral life now, a good loving mother, pay my bills, pay my taxes, bathe daily, but not believing the organization, I am dead to them, and all the others I have been raised with.
I can't go back, it is all lies. And it all started with no love being shown to me in what I so much believed in. It started as a little seed of doubt, and bloomed into a full garden of reality, and the real truth. I could gain so much in pretending, but I am not that good of an actress. I have to scream and yell to the top of my lungs, "What the hell do 6 million people see in this crap?"
The only thing I can come up with is the hope of everlasting life, and the resurrection.
I hope this hope is true, for all the ones who have lost loved ones, babies, children, spouses, parents. It keeps me going, but at what cost, and is God really backing this up? Is the joke on us? Am I laughing?
How can you go back? and make everything better?