something of an anti-climax these days
One thing I noticed, dear BB (peace to you!), now that I attend as an "outsider," is the air... and look... of "fatigue" that permeates each year. Even the children seem "tired." As you state, it used to be something of an exciting night. The air was "electric." When you're on the outside looking in, though, the view is different and what I see a few old people trying to look "excited" ("Ooh, this is a SPECIAL night! Don't you younguns KNOW that?!!")... with a whole lot of young(er) people TRYING to look... well, interested, at least... but not really. More as if they wished it was already over, indeed, didn't even have to come (it's the middle of the week, fer gawd's sake, and I had to WORK, THEN get dinner, get the kids dressed up... make sure the baby didn't vomit on his shirt again... AND it's 9 frickin' o'clock at night!!").
I have marvelled over this change over the years and have learned that there is only one explanation: they ARE tired. Tired of waiting for "Armageddon," the "great tribulation," and all the other things they were promised WOULD occur in their lifetimes. Those things have NOT occurred... and so now they HAVE to go to/finish school... find a job... grow old... die... etc. None of which was supposed to happen. For them, they shouldn't even be ATTENDING another dang Memorial (remember, 2000 was supposed to kind of end all of that, or something like that? Then 2008? Who KNEW we'd make it to... wait for it... 2013?!!)
They're tired... and it's showing. Unfortunately, because they didn't listen to perhaps the ONE thing the WTBTS DID get true... and told them to do: stop serving... with a date in mind.
They hear. They just don't do. Including what they're SUPPOSED to do on that night (well, every night, but particularly that one):
"Take... eat! This means my BODY! Take... drink! This means my BLOOD!"
Peace!
A doulos of Christ,
SA