Last night just proved to me just that. This just might be it for me. As I sat there last night while the speaker kept going on,. and on, I zoned out. But then I snapped out of it and just looked around, as my eyes scanned the stuffy, crowded hall I noticed people that were in a fog, a daze.
And looking at their watches.
And as the "emblems" were passed around I could not help but feel shame for passing them away from me. If his apostles partook of them...why can't I? Were they anointed? What makes me different from them? I felt that I was disrespecting him out right by not partaking now. Eversince I studied on the reason why the collective does'nt partake of them when It clearly states that we should,"keep doing this in rememberance of him". While I sat there I felt sick to my belly from the monotonous talk that was being given by a grade F speaker.
No heart put into it, no heart came out of it.And it sickened me.
And as for the fact that it was so cookie cutter like. We were reminded that we to leave the hall in 20 mins so that the other congregation can be there on time.
I'm just now starting to see it. The lackluster, the dirt and smut that's inside their cup, and I'm afraid. For I was sitting at their table of demons. I feel so removed from them, so out of place now than ever before.
I did'nt leave the truth, their "truth" left me.
Why was I there? I guess I just wanted to go this one last time, to try to see...whatever it is I wanted to see.
But I never saw it.
Instead I got a shameless plug for the sunday talk and a "free" home bible study.
But there is a cost...your identity, your free will and your sense of reality. IMHHO.
After the discourse I escaped through the back door, and out into the darkness. Back to reality....
And back to the realization that that might have been my last memorial.
jojochan.