I count my blessings. I picked up a Kingdom Ministry for February and saw, once again, the mindless horror that the organization has evolved into. There's the grade school reading level. There's the questions printed at the bottom of each paragraph. There's the 'what to say' at the doors, given word for word. There's what's left of the "Written Review" - or Oral Review?
Witnesses have become like an old computer with a dead CMOS battery. They need their settings repeated over and over and over and over, apparently. Everything seems childishly choreographed, down to the last simple thought. Only an old-timer would remember that this organization once schooled its members in basic constitutional rights and had actual initiative in thought about handling problems like persecution. No more.
Why should they need elders, anyway? Giving these parts could be handled by a seventh grader. It's amazing how this aspect of the "truth" has radically declined.
They are reaping what they have sowed. Weak, ignorant people who are childishly dependent on Headquarters for every thought. A passive Aggressive crowd who need to be badgered into contributing. A people who loudly proclaim their own righteousness while downloading porn, smoking weed, cultivating mutual animosities and maintaining every facade of pretense. Good Luck to them.
I count my blessings. I am so thankful that I got out of this mess of Pharisaic Robots. I am glad I am not an elder anymore.
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