My great-grandfather was a member of the remnant. His daughter only saw her father who allowed her stepmother to abuse her terribly. She fought against his assertion but everyone else believed him. He was my Dutch grandfather. I could never figure out how my grandmother was not his wife.
I just heard the arguments back and forth. He lived to almost 100 years of age. I believed him. My kid's mind could not get around his being in heaven. I was particularly concerned about bathroom happenings. Since he was heaven, he could see me. I felt these pangs of modesty. There was no one I could discuss them with to gain an explanation. Whenever I changed my clothes, I worried he could see me.
Likewise, the convention speaker would declare Jehovah is here. I would like all right and spied the ventilation system to figure out where exactly was here. Memories of Moses had me afraid to stare at any one space. They truly need youth groups.
Thanks for the information.