I had my TMS tonight. For those who don't know me, I no longer believe, but have only just begun my slow fade.
The meeting was unbearable. First there was the brother who happily pointed out that I'd missed two meetings recently and that he was keeping track. Brotherly love in action. Then there was the brother who is going away and asked me to water his plants while he's gone. No problem. Oh wait, this is the same brother who's known me and been with me in the same hall for thirty years, but who's only invited me over to his home for a meal... ONCE. And that only after I helped him with an electrical installation he could have handled himself.
So I'm waiting for the meeting to start and I get handed a talk slip. Shudder. Of course I get the second worst possible topic, "You can find joy in doing more in the field ministry." The worst would have been, "If you have doubts, SUPRISE! You're an apostate and will be disfellowshipped." But I digress. So I went to the TMS Overseer and said I couldn't do that talk. He switched me to a nice, harmless talk about defending our blood beliefs. Whee! What a guy.
The meeting started and the B.S. started avalanching in. With my eyes opened, I saw that nearly every scripture was ripped out of it's context and forced to fit with the "Bible based publications" of the WTS. The two times a brother referred to "the Bible says" but then read from The Watchtower really touched my heart. The part about how we don't give enough financially was especially stimulating, and followed by that loving part on how old, sick and depressed people can auxilliary pioneer too if they just pray hard enough, well I was down for the count.
The urge to get up and say, "You're all 'effing' morons!" and then walk out was tremendous.
Sigh. This fade is going to be the death of me.