On my return today with some lunch delicacies and a grand bottle of Gewurztraminer to wash it smoothly, I recalled some events from 35 years back that clearly reflect the Apocalyptic mindset of the Jdubs in the pre-Armageddon years.
The brother of the fellow who brought me this glorious good news that Jehovah's Witlesses were the 'Truth' once took me to his bedroom to show me a small area on his wall that had been repaired by his father recently. Before they replaced the drywall and painted, Marvin elected it prudent to prepare a gift kit for that wall that included a copy of the New World Translation and a copy of the Truth book. His plan was that in the sudden destruction that was to come in the form of the Great Tribulation, he might have all his literature confiscated, and he could simply kick the panel out of the wall and be duly served with 'spiritual food from Jehovah'.
I must have been correctly impressed with the need to 'heed the day and times and seasons', for a few months later, having left my family home due to 'worldly influence' of my non-witless family and inactive Mother, I was speaking with the elderly sister who had offered me sanctuary so that I might 'declare the truth' as a pioneer. She suggested that we too needed a backup Bible or two for the same reason. So we took two plastic milk containers, cut them so as to create a Bible coffin, then secured it and waterproofed it, paced off a 'secret location' in her backyard and planted it.
How the hell did I not know this was a cult?
Anyone else 'bury the truth' with the idea of the Big A about to visit us?
Jeff