I wanted to pass along this personal experience.
The other day, my wife called me on the phone while I was at work. Keep in mind that she's unfortunately a blind JWfollowwhatevertheysay type. She was all worked up. She could hardly talk, and finally managed to get it out of her mouth, what was on her mind.
Apparently, a fellow sister whom she hardly knows, called her on the phone and began this little presentation for selling some product. Rather unfortunately for my wife, she sounded kind of cold and disconnected. It was one of those form presentations where you just change the name etc.. "Hello MR/MRS [fill in the blank].. I am [fill in the blank], from.." You get the picture.
In any case, as my wife tells me, she "thought this 'sister' was about to tell me some apostate news". My wife said her heart was pounding in her chest, she was gasping for air, and shaking like a leaf. She had to call me right away...
Well, as it turns out, this 'sis' was selling tupperware or something, and my wife misread the conversation. The point is, look at what happened. What does it tell you about what it's like to be a dub, and be face to face with "it".
And in this case, "it" wasn't even "it"... if you know what I mean. Just the prospect of facing some truth was incomprehensible for her. Her nerves were shot. Living the Watchtower way has put her on the pharmacy steps waiting for her next batch of mommy's little helpers.
This taken into consideration, what is going to happen when one day, she and so many others have to face the music? They delude themselves, believeing that they all are just gonna slide on in to the "new world"... won't have to see any of that "ugly truth". Just as easy as pie.
I remember when the first CCI mailer went out. It hit hard here and there was alot of tears. NO rebuttals concerning it's content. Just tears and wailing.
It reminds me of the Pharasees. They could say nothing to refute the "truth" (real stuff) that out Lord brought upon them. All they could do is rip their clothes.
I hope I can handle her when the shit hits the fan.