Most J.W.s I grew up around weren’t superstitious. Friday the 13 th , walking under ladders and spilled salt were for the blind and the ignorant. We had been set free and knew better.
To be sure, some J.W.s had their own special Theocratic superstitions. It seems that every congregation has at least one person for whom anything good that happens in their life is a “blessing from Jehovah” and anything bad was because of Satan. My parents weren’t like that. They would pay the occasional lip service to those ideas, but the overall message was that “blessings” came from hard work and bad things were due to poor preparation, the cruelty of others or “time and unforeseen occurrence”. Ultimately, we should be grateful to Jehovah because he gave us life and the ability to work for good things, but Jehovah wasn’t actively playing the part of Celestial Puppeteer.
In the field ministry, we were always right and could prove it. The majority of humans believe in some form of immortal soul. And they were wrong. Many believed in the trinity and hellfire and we had logical explanations showing how wrong those ideas were too.
All this iconoclastic background became fertile ground for me to question our own sacred cows when my mind became ripe enough. Special creation. The unquestionable existence of God.
These came tumbling down, thanks in part, to the worldview I was given as a child.
Does this make any sense to you?
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