So this month (March) I promised my mother that I would auxillary pioneer with her.
{that's 50 hours in field service, FYI}
I was supposed to turn in my application tonight, but alas, I forgot it.
My mother asked me had I turned it in.
I told her I forgot.
She began screaming and crying. Babbling on about me lying, loving / not loving Jehovah, all because of this damn application.
I was upset, because I love my mother, and try not to cause her any more pain than I have to.
But to see her work herself up, and begin to inflict herself with pain, that hurt me.
Because I see both sides. I see the people who think they have an honest chance at Paradise earth. And I see the people who had everything taken away from them, so that others can still earn their eternal life in Paradise.
Sometimes, we forget what we're fighting for. And when we forget, our fight becomes all the more weaker.
Thats why we must never forget.
Apostates can not be apathetic. Our war is too fierce, and we all are sleeping on the battlefront every night.
If you're lurking, stop. Create a username, and post. Tell us who you are. Join the ranks. Stop my mother from crying. I can't take it.
Now you're probably sitting there thinking to yourself "Man, this is deep coming from a 17 year old."
Well, you're right. It is deep. A metaphorical and lyrical representation of the deep shit that we are all in with our families, our friends, and our Big Brothers at Bethel.
But the fat lady hasn't sung yet. She's still crying because I forgot a sheet of paper.
That's rough. But that's real.
