The past couple years of 'drifting away' have been a real revelation
to me. It has been a difficult adjustment. So many standards I
once sacrificed for are now without meaning. Nevertheless, one
personal value remains - and is all the more important to me:
Love - in all its forms
I now see clearly how dysfunctional most JWs are. I now understand
the lament of an ex-elder remarking that no matter how much he
served, he had no close friends in the 'truth'. I now understand
how refusing to kill people in war is not a proof of love - just
obedience, and cultish at that. I don't wonder anymore why most
Circuit Overseers are SOB's. I don't wonder why my fellow elders
secretly turn on each other, when backs are turned, like some
Afghan tribesmen. I don't wonder why the Society gives such a low
priority to love as a mark of true worship, in recent Watchtowers.
I'm not surprized to see the cold fruitage of disfellowshipping-
friends who can be parted forever by a corrupt elder's announcement
or companions reminded to turn each other in if wrongdoing is suspected. I'm not surprized to witness corporate values take the
place of Christian charity in congregations.
Painfully, it struck me one day, while watching situation comedies,
that many 'worldly' people had extended families - that cousins,
aunts, uncles, and nephews could be really close to each other,
know each other, LOVE each other. Yes, the world has plenty of
broken families - but the cold distancing that seems so uniform
in Witness families doesn't look like a worthwhile alternative.
Looking back over so many years serving this organization,
I realize how sad and sick it is. Like Jesus said, they really
are sheep without a shepherd - just sheep enslaved to committees
and their rules.
Love has been a foreign language to them - and me included.
I'll be working the rest of my life to change,
I can only hope they can change, too
metatron