Me: They closed the doors to Bethel so people couldn't get in! People who needed help!
Mom: Good! What goes on outside has nothing to do with us.
Me: Their own web site said,
Mom: We don't have a website! It's all apostate things on the internet! Why do these malcontents have to pick on the Witnesses? I'll tell you what! Give them my phone number, I want to just once look in the face of our accusers!
I'm sitting there thinking, Mom, you're looking at one. Its only a matter of time until she brands me as an apostate, if she hasn't already behind my back. I couldn't care less.
Other 'gems' from our conversation:
Mom: I'm excited...things are finally starting to happen. I think that I'm finally going to have the chance to see my Dad again. I was beginning to think it would never come. But this is it, the beginning of the great tribulation.
I'm trying so hard not to gag here. She spewed a lot more in the hour or so she ranted, but I can't bear to recall it all. All I can tell you is, a zealot is a zealot: whether they're flying planes into buildings or waiting for God to do their killing for them.
Oh, one more thing she said.
"If I have to die for Jehovah, well that's what I'll do. I put my trust in Him. I don't care if imperfect men are leading us. My trust is in Jehovah. We will all either live or die for Him."
"And what flavor will the Kool Ade be?" I said under my breath. She didn't hear me, but my father did.
And he looked very sad. Because he knew as well as I did that if they handed her a glass, she'd drink it.
Ugh.
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