Back in the 70's, that particularly self-congratulatory phrase became fashionable fair here in the UK. I remember my dear old Dad trotting this out when Her Ladyship and I got married in '73.
Talk about a bucket of cold water! A real 'Spectre at the feast' comment if ever there was one! There we were, all enjoying our wine and sumptuous dinner, waiting for the speeches. I gave mine, father in law said what a stout fellow I was, when un-prompted, up stood Pop's to deliver the standard dub intro, I Am A Servant Of The Most High God Jehovah. I cringed with embarrasment, HL's family wondered what bunch of nutters their daughter was marrying into. The other guests just mumbled into their sherries and wished that he'd be quiet. Thanks, Dad.
Now this phrase was used at every opportunity possible, back then, with 1975 looming close the message was one of offence more than anything else, so the deadly phrase was given out to all and sundry. For some reason, it always reminded me of Monty Pythons 'Deadliest joke in the World' sketch. Probably the inherent lunacy.
This also gives some insight into the mind-set of JW's in general, and does explain why people find them so objectional, and also shows why the name Jehovah is so unpopular. Imagine being confronted by some stranger who immediately takes the moral highground and announces I Am A Servant Of The Most High God Jehovah! Is this opening gambit likely to endear this Most High God to Mr. Joe Public? I should say not!
The general public also found the phrase confusing. Most folk, even the non-religious, think that God is God is God. So when Mr. Dub called at the door and spoke about The Most High God, they wanted to know what other gods were there that they hadn't been told about, what you on abaht Mate, you into devil-worship or summfink?
I didn't come across the phrase again for many years, until one day I got into a head-to-head with an obstreperous dub who was going to show this jumped up apostate little turd (me) a thing or two. Suddenly, the awful phrase rolled out and I was transported back to the dreadful wedding speech that I had endured all those years before.
I replied: "Really? So He's told you to talk to me then, has he?" He spluttered a bit and then made a hasty exit. But what a stupid, stupid way to introduce yourself to anyone!
Englishman.
Bring on the dancing girls!