Ophelia,
I'm still nominally "in," going to most of the meetings for my wife's sake, though I've stopped commenting, going out in service, and giving parts on the TMS. I was raised as a Witness and was a pioneer and a ministerial servant before the changes you refer to disillusioned me and got me thinking about my beliefs and concerns.
What changes?
The 1995 change in what "Generation" meant, effectively removing any kind of definitive timetable for the "end." It just seemed a little too convenient--they held onto the teaching of "the generation that would by no means pass away" and pushed it and pushed it in the ministry, in the books, in the Watchtower, right up until the last possible moment they could, and then changed it because it obviously wasn't going to come true. I personally went door-to-door and did street witnessing, loudly and enthusiastically advertise, advertise, advertising that message to anyone who would listen, only to have them suddenly change it. And hardly anyone seemed to notice! They just nodded their heads at that Watchtower study, and I stared around in amazement.
The massive "simplification" effort, basically downsizing. When I was a kid in the 80's, we had food service at conventions, something I was always happy to take part in. We had hour-long public talks (shortly thereafter changed to 45 minutes and now 30 minutes.) We had a wonderful vision for the future. The Awake was published twice a month, the conventions were four days long with two dramas, the books were hardbound with faux gold-leaf lettering, the paper was high-quality. They would have photo-dramas in place of the public talk sometimes, you remember that?
And with all these simplifications, what happened back at headquarters? Growth. They bought more and more Brooklyn property and poured millions of dollars of contributions from poor Witness families all over the US into renovating opulent hotels and theaters. They made a massive upstate compound (the Educational Center). They laid off many lifetime Bethel servants and their wives just as they were moving into their middle years, people who had no skills and no retirement plan other than living at Bethel, and cast those folks out into the night. Something just didn't seem right to me about all of this. Why were we downsizing?
And then there was the lack of growth in the US, when I KNEW the Spanish-language halls were exploding. This could only mean that the older English-speaking halls were declining rapidly.
And the whole tone from Brooklyn took on a decidedly different tone--the focus now is on loyalty and obedience to the Society, not questioning what they say, not thinking for oneself (they actually SAY that now.) All the time while they were making decisions that seemed so questionable...
So you ask whether I've been wondering? I did, yes, for a long time. You ask whether any elders in my hall have said anything? They are asleep at the wheel, trudging on like they always have. You say your congregation is dying? Mine is a dead husk with the same several families, the mostly 50+ aged elders, the same row of white-haired ladies, and wave after wave of young people come up, look around, and leave the religion. There is no life, no spark, no social possibility, no friendliness. People go through the motions, clap when they're supposed to, sing unenthusiastically when they're asked to, chuckle quietly under their breath when a speaker makes a joke. The talks are the same old talks--look, the world is so bad, look, here is what to do to fix it. I can't remember the last time we had a congregation get-together. My family never gets invited to anyone's house for dinner--we are, as far as we know, the only ones who ever invite anyone over, and it's been a while for us now, too.
Gone are the guitar-strumming Kingdom Song sing-alongs of my youth. Gone are the Christian question-and-answer games we used to play at get-togethers. Gone are the potshares. Gone is the feeling that we were part of something dynamic and important. Gone is the enthusiasm for the ministry. Gone is the anticipation for each convention about what the new release would be.
You say you're dying? You say all you have is each other? You say you're not the only one? I would say that you're a perceptive lady, Ophelia. I wish you good fortune on your journey and hope that you find eventual happiness with your family and your friends intact.