Imagine working your whole life for someone else's gains....
Your car...not yours, your home, not yours, your town ....not yours. No family, no children, no money, crap clothes, crap everything. Maybe a free laptop.
Your wife and you get no free time, all hours are spent on ministry, giving talks, writing talks, hearing people moan, sorting out elders, sorting out issues you really are not qualified to sort. Then there is the guilt, the honest look in the eye of every co... That this may just all be bullshit.... Topped off with the very scary demand to be funny at every kingdom hall, regular as clockwork those gags have to work. The repetition of the lines evident by the wife's bored non laughter when the punch lines break. What a horrid life, who the hell would want that? Go to college and get a meaningful job... Yuk!
I was on the path to being groomed for circuit work... one day, was even told I would be fast-tracked because I went to Bethel. I am so ashamed that I once was led to believe by my upbringing that working in a factory or as a travelling salesman was a privilege, brainwashed slave labour for a book company. face palm !
Snare x