Did anyone else used to hear this? I can remember this growing up in the 1970s. My folks joined the wt back in 1968 under threat of Armageddon coming in 1975. I was in first grade and ran the gauntlet of no flag salute, National Anthem, holidays and NO WORLDLY FRIENDS. Of course growing up in Espanola NM and then later in Albuquerque there were no jw kids around that I could hang around with. It sort of helped that I did one school year in my first three schools. But in 4th grade I made a great friend named James.
Well, my parents were VERY strict about NO FRIENDS coming to the house and we were NOT to go to anyone's house either. But I had my friend James and several others I could play with at school. I could play at home with my brother and sister, but everyone else would come by and ask us to play ball or ride bikes and my folks would shoo them away. I would have to try to explain to my friends why that was. James was one who understood.
Well when 1975 came with no Armageddon, my folks cooled off and stopped going to the kh for awhile. We could have James and Manny and the others over but could STILL not go their houses. My mom said that she didn't want it said that we were "EN LAS CASAS", which translates to being IN THE HOUSES aka being mooches and pests. In Jr. High they didn't do the flag salute anymore and I made more friends. Things were looking better until the doosh elders came around all mealymouthed err uhh memorial...Blah blah blah. So we went to that satanic ritual, denied the blood and body of the Christ and got dragged into going back to every single meeting. There went all the friends again. So NOW to try to explain to kind young people WHY they were no longer welcome in our home was painful. My folks just ran them off with no explanation. THAT was left to me.
I was upset about this and especially about losing the company of my friend James. My dad said, "The worst witness is better than the best worldly person." WOW! I actually went for that. If I knew then that witness kids were being sodomized and otherwise victimized I would have never gone for it. But eventually after three or four months of no real response on 1975 and seeing the shitty way the witnesses were. And hearing FROM THE PLATFORM not to throw out the magazines because they were the NEW SCROLLS to be used in paradise, my folks once again cooled off and quit attending. My friends could once again come over and things were ok. Until memorial time the foloowing year. This cycle went on for several years until I went to high school. By then there was no reining me in.
As time went by I did finally get baptized in order to get the elders off my parents' back so they would get off mine. I palyed the game but kept my friend James who was raised in the Assemblies of God Church. I know my friend 41 years this coming June and am glad he understood the mayhem the wt caused me. We live far apart but keep in touch by phone and email. When my brother died in 2010 at the age of 46, I only got any kind words from James, my other childhood friends, and of course family. My father in law did know and liked my brother so he is the only one from my wife's loving uber jw family that expressed any kindness about the tragedy of losing my brother.
I can attest that most worldly people have more love and kindness in their little finger than most jw's do in their entire being.
How about you guys and gals? Ever hear that the Worst Witness is better that the best worldly person???
Thanks for letting me rant...