Friends,
A CO in the W...... congregation said that the reason so many of our brothers are dis-fellowshipped isn't because of wrong doing, it's because the New System isn't a reality. Read this all the way thru, it is truly a dose of what is yet to come. I know all of us have been affected from losing someone we love in death, or physically spent from this tiresome system. It will make as all look at the new system in a different light, at least it did for me.
Her meditation is very encouraging, our Hope is the anchor that keeps us strong.
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'One day of the Real Life'
Nowadays I like getting up with the sun and starting my day while it's
fresh and new. No more hitting that snooze button until the very last
minute and dreading the workday ahead of me! I feel better and better
every day, and I can't help but notice I look better too. I have
several jobs, and today I am privileged to be doing my very favorite
task! Besides studying with newly resurrected ones, I have been
granted the privilege of using my home as a sort of New System Bed and
Breakfast. While the Resurrection Center was being constructed, I had a
house full, 2 couples and two single sisters who lived here with me
temporarily. Now that that work is over, families who live too far away
from the Resurrection Center come and stay with me, sometimes just a few
nights, often a week while their newly resurrected loved ones acclimate
to this wonderful new world. This house has seen so much joy!
I have company arriving today – two fleshly brothers whose parents died
in a car accident and are going to be resurrected in the same week. I
want to make something special for tonight, so I head out to the
raspberry patch to gather some to add to the apple pie I'm
planning for dessert. The fox family that lives among the raspberry
bushes come out to greet me, the mother elegantly gliding toward me to
have her chin scratched, and three cubs tumbling over each other in
their play. My chickens aren't a bit alarmed at all these foxes
nearby, they go on searching for worms and scratching around the yard,
clucking contentedly to one another.
I'm nearly finished gathering berries when I notice two people coming
along the path at the top of the hill. My Mother and her sister JoeAnn
often come over for a cup of tea early in the morning; their home is
only a 15 minute walk away through a beautiful wildflower garden,
around the little pond, then through the forest and down the grassy hill
to my house. The two of them are halfway here when a tall blond boy
emerges from the woods, running as fast as his long legs will
carry him to catch up to them. Their conversation stops as they turn at
the sound, the youth skids to a stop to talk to them. Whatever Mom tells
him, I can see it's what he was hoping for, because he hugs her so hard
he picks her up, and then leaving the path he runs to wards the barn. My
favorite Icelandic mare has a two week old foal, so I know where my
brother is heading!
He notices me as he runs, he waves but doesn't slow down – I'm glad,
even after all these years I still get tears in my eyes sometimes at the
sight of him. Dougie had died in the old world when he was only a baby,
and the day he was resurrected was one of the happiest of all of our
lives. My dear Mom had kept so much of the pain of losing him to
herself, but when they placed her baby boy in her arms, she cried
tears of joy for days afterwards. She and JoeAnn have really enjoyed
raising him, from a chubby blond baby to an enthusiastic teenager now as
tall as me, and sure to grow taller.
I'm glad Dougie – no, he wants to be called Doug now, he thinks it
sounds so much more grown up – went to the barn, I know he'll put out
fresh food and water for the animals, so I'll have plenty of time to
give him another lesson driving the curricle. What a joy it's been to
watch him grow up in this new world, with no more worries of sickness or
any other harm coming to him.
I go into the house to put the tea kettle on to boil, and soon Mom and
JoeAnn come in, full of happiness and good health. They both look
radiant from their walk, and so beautiful. No more gray hair – in
fact, Mom's hair is thicker and more beautiful than in her youth.
Their wrinkles have faded away from their faces; they seem to look
younger every time I see them.
Mom has a package with her, as she unwraps it she tells me it came
yesterday from the message service with a long letter from my daughter
Bethany. She and her husband are in the reconstruction work, but
somehow she managed to find the time to paint a portrait of her newest
granddaughter, Elizabeth. The picture is beautifully done, a sleeping
chubby infant perhaps a few weeks old. Bethany always had artistic
talent, but in the new world now, growing towards perfection, she has
really surpassed herself. Busy with con struction projects, Bethany
isn't spending a lot of time working on art – she knows she has
forever to develop her talent! This painting she did especially for her
grandmother, and it warms my heart to see how happy Mom is.
While I make the pie crust and cut up the apples, we exchange news of
friends and family, many of them far away in different assignments. Doug
runs in to ask if I mind if he rides Henrietta, the Llama, and dashes
out again to get her saddled up. Then I hear him calling out a greeting,
and I see in the shade of the big elm trees at the end of the garden two
men sitting on the wooden bench – they must be my
guests! We all go out to meet them, they look vaguely familiar but I
can't think of who they might be. One walks up to me with a twinkle in
his eye and says, "Ann, don't you recognize me? I'm Arly, and this is my
brother Vern!" For a second we were speechless, and then everyone was
hugging e ach other and talking all at once. It's not surprising that we
didn't recognize them, with their wavy brown hair and bright blue eyes.
Vern had died in his 92nd year, the last time I had seen him he was
barely able to talk and confined to a wheelchair. Arly had nearly lost
his sight due to cataracts, and had to walk with a cane. Yet here they
were, looking like they had never seen forty! Vern was one of the
original special pioneers who opened up the preaching work in our area
long before I was born, and Arly had been a most beloved elder in our
congregation. What an unspeakable joy to have them as guests in my
house!
We show them all around, and after lunch Vern volunteers to give Doug
his driving lesson. Mom and JoeAnn have studies to conduct in the
afternoon, but we arrange to have a get-together soon and invite many of
the neighbors who know Vern and Arly.
After many hours spent talking, reminiscing and catching up on news of
dear friends near and far, Vern and A rly go up to their rooms to
unpack, and I go into the garden to pick some vegetables for supper.
What a good day this has been! I'm so full of joy, I can barely hold it
all in, so I don't even try. I fall down on my knees in the rich garden
soil and thank my heavenly father Jehovah once more for all his
bounteous blessings. Today was just one memorable, joyful day, one of an
infinite number of days filled with joy ahead of us all – an
eternity!
You got to love these emails going around JW land.
by whereami 32 Replies latest jw friends
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whereami
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AlmostAtheist
>> the New System isn't a reality
At last -- something we see eye to eye on! ;-)
Dave
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BizzyBee
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mkr32208
That was literally stomach turning... So she DREAMS of being a slave? No electricity no car no modern things at all? Having to pick veggies to cook for the people who are using her house as a flop house. Probably having to stand attendance to the men folk while they eat and being chastised that dinner was five minutes slow despite the fact that she had to split wood so that she could have a flippin wood fire to cook on and then maybe getting her ass beat cause her skirt is an inch to short! Why the F$ck don't all these guys just jump the closest plane to a third world country and start paradise TODAY!
Does this remind anyone else of a hippy wet dream? I think that it was stuff like this that finally got me to start looking closer at my beliefs and the sheer bloody ridiculousness of them!!!!
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Low-Key Lysmith
What a load of tripe.
I wonder why the fox doesn't eat the chickens, but the chickens are eating worms? What? Chickens will be the only meat-eaters in the New System? Why have chickens in the yard anyway? Aren't we all going to be vegans in the New System? No eggs, no meat, just eternal life without any substance, living with a bunch of douchebag JWs. No thanks.
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SirNose586
I've got just two words for that story:
BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOR IIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIING!
So what, her greatest aspiration is to become some sort of Amish June Cleaver? Over 6 billion people have to die just so she can....cut up apples, and show people the f*** around?? So she can scratch foxes under the chin--foxes which have no purpose mind you, because they don't hunt?
WHAT THE DEUCE???
Well let me tell you something. If everyday is like that, you're gonna want to kill yourself after awhile. Constant pleasure suddenly becomes very tiresome. You have to go to higher and higher extremes. Too bad that's all you'll get in Jehoho's Paralyze.
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Princess Daisy Boo
I wonder why the fox doesn't eat the chickens, but the chickens are eating worms?
That is too funny!
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Princess Daisy Boo
And that is the end of the story... night night children... dont let the bed bugs bite!
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WTWizard
That has to be the crappiest integration job of all. The witless picture of paradise is nothing short of a nightmare. They put a few disjointed factoids together and call that paradise. I don't understand how they are supposed to look younger all the time, without science. And playing with the animals?
What they don't tell you is that there is no joy in always doing what someone else tells you to do. Even if it's your favorite job, having someone else tell you what to do every step would spoil it. It would be like having Simon and the administrators of this forum sending me e-mails telling me exactly what to post, and waiting to ban me for posting something that is not in those e-mails or for failing to post what is in them, without altering so much as a keystroke. It would take the fun out of it.
Obviously, those emails leave out that part. They are not running the bed and breakfast with their own brains. They are doing so as serfs, under the lordship of the Filthful and Disgraceful Slavebugger. The Filthful and Disgraceful Slavebugger actually owns all the land, and all those raspberry bushes (and the raspberries on them), the houses, and the firewood. They tell people exactly what to do, when and how to do it, and who to invite. One slipup results in getting stoned to death by the Lords.
And where's the sex? Those witlesses are so obsessed with Baghead and pleasing that Almighty Parasite that they allow no place for natural desires. The Paradise? Teaching resurrected ones? In Celibacy? At least in my forbidden "secret society" materials, among creating value, there is a big place for sexual satisfaction (and fornication is not even banned!).
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White Dove
I don't usually read long posts and read only about the first lines, but the part of "dreading the work day" made me think that I too would dread getting up to face cleaning more motel rooms and washing more windows. That would be enough to get my but into college!