We often heard this term being constantly shoved down our throats at the meetings at the Kingdom Hall.....but as I become older, (and hopefully wiser) I cannot for the LIFE of me see where learning how to place/sell WTS literature each week, can be classified as pure worship!
For example: I attended a little church up the road from here last Sunday night. They were having their first-ever "worship night" that a couple of teen-aged girls had the idea to hold and arranged the whole event. It was MY first time in a church since I was in my late teens, other than for a funeral or a wedding.
This church is poor and struggling....and the people are down-to-earth and unsophisticated in that they are not tied up with the latest fashions and the newest doo-dads and gadgets. They are what could be best described as "country" folk, and I mean this in the most loving way. I don't know how else to state this without sounding condescending, which is the opposite of what I am trying to convey. I felt completely welcome and very much at ease with them.
Whoever wished to.....read a poem, presented a drawing to be displayed somewhere in the church, played an instrument, or just said something from the heart.....and it was quite touching....and PURE! There WERE no "timed talks" that were rehearsed beforehand, NO cut and dried formats or outlines to follow, and no one worried about "going overtime" to fit in the WTS mold.
ALL that wished to....had a part. The women didn't have to face away from the audience and the men were so entirely different than any "speaker" at the Kingdom Hall. Old and young alike.
Only another JW or former JW could appreciate what the WTS deems as "pure worship" and then come to "worship night" in this little tiny church here in upstate NY----and actually experience what pure worship is all about! Heartfelt praises and outpourings of LOVE for God and their fellow man......and somehow I feel that they have left the WTS in the DUST in these humble acts of ....you guessed it-----pure worship.
One could not HELP but be moved. I tend to think that God Himself was moved that night.
Annie