Oh no...I wasn't forced. I was welcome to go live under a bridge anytime I wanted to stop going to meetings.
This made me chuckle, but not to be lost within the cynical humor, is the tragic reality with this post. I remember coming home after school one day and my parents were on the couch, and I could feel the tension in the room. They asked me that day, "George, don't you want to serve Jehovah?" The reality behind that was, I was 15, and hadn't got baptized yet, and I wasn't as enthusiastic about meetings and field service as my folks expected me to be. Earlier that summer, a couple of my congregation friends got baptized at the District Convention, and people were wondering why I was holding out. There was like 7 of us youths, and we were like a, crew. A few had got baptized, and a couple were already considered bad association because they liked the opposite sex too much, you know Jehovah doesn't like when young people act off of the hormones that he created them with.
Not to mention, I was the son of an elder, and of 2nd generation regular pioneer mother, and my siblings were already baptized and in good standing. I'll never forget at that convention when a grandmotherly type in our congregation, approached some of us young ones, and hugged everybody but myself, and admitted that it was because I wasn't yet baptized. So, considering that, and my parents giving me not so subtle threats of getting kicked out of the house for not wanting to serve Jehovah, I decided to make the worst decision in my entire life that very next summer. Yep, I got baptized unscripturally in the name of the FAther, The Faithful & Discreet Slave, and the Holy Watchtower Organization. Worst decision of my life. Not a day goes by that I don't ask myself the question of how'd I get born into this mess?