I was so excited that we had a special holiday. My mother always made certain we had new outfits which she sewed. I spent weeks day dreaming about my special outfit. My grandfather was a member of the Remnant. Everyone in the Society at that time assumed they were annointed. The next generation assumed they were the great crowd. I was raised that as 144,000 remnant members partake, Armageddon would come.
It is a very bizarre celebration to me. Even to this day I find the whole body and blood of Jesus spooky. The passage where Mary Magdalene tried to emrace Jesus and is rebuffed terrified me. Somehow the stigma of death bothered me greatly. I never felt any jubilation or celebration. What person in their right mind would wish Armageddon on their world? Maybe the Taliban and the Inquisition.
The Witness focus for me has always been on the very clear cult practices. The shocking mind control and bizarre teachings, unlike anyone else's even though we are all reading the same scriptures. The New World Translation only came around during my lifetime. Knocking door to door and selling crap is the imperative. Since they don't believe in the Trinity, I remain very puzzled about what they teach about the nature of Jesus' physical body and the nature of his resurrection. These are vital issues to Christians. I attended for so long and was born in. Yet I know these answers. What does partaking mean? Does the "eucharist" transform a person. Why, on only one night a year do materials transfixed by human industry become relevant? I remind myself of the Gnostics. What is orthodox today need not have been.
Still, I was a young girl and teenager. I give JWs thanks for my new dress and shoes, even matching gloves. Celebrating Christmas and birthdays would have been nice. Recognizing that I am an American would have been nice, too. I live in Manhattan so I am very conscious that I could die for being American and a NYer. Spitting on America during the Cold War was very hard. I lost many friends. Also, more friends would have come around if I could cross myself. Every religious minority prob. faces the same trials but, in my case, it so abundantly was not worth the slightest effort.