Me! I no longer dread the weekends. Today I got to go shopping and didn't feel guilty about it. :)
It is Saturday morning. How many are thrilled that they are Not going d2d today?
by LoisLane looking for Superman 41 Replies latest watchtower beliefs
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finally awake
I now have 12 tomato plants, 2 eggplants, a hot pepper, 4 bell peppers, 7 coleus, 2 kale, and 2 swiss chard started. I set up a shop light with aquarium bulbs to provide better light for the seedlings. I also have already started 16 broccoli, 14 cauliflower, and 2 brussles sprouts. I plan on having a great garden this year.
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whathappened
I am so happy not to be going out in service anymore.
I used to get stuck in the back of a mini van as we rode all over the territory calling on everyone else's return visits.
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Dismissing servant
I haven't been out in field cirkus since 1988.....I have never missed it!
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nugget
haven't seen witnesses here for a long time perhaps they have stopped going out too.
I love my weekends and the chance to lie in wouldn't trade it for a Saturday morning trudge for anything.
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steve2
Well, given the few times I actually see the witnesses out d2d, I'd say growing numbers of them are also (secretly) thrilled not to be going d2d - although I'm sure guilt washes over at least a few of them. Religion and guilt go together like snakes and hissing.
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Gopher
I never miss a Saturday morning of field service. I mean, I really don't miss it any more! (It's been 2000 since I went out.)
It's so far in my past, that the only time I think about it is when I visit pages like this one or occasionally see a JW lugging around their literature in the neighborhood.
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2+2=5
The moment I learned that 1914 was a lie I stopped witnessing. Missing it does not make feel guilty in the slightest, because I know it is wrong. Like that campaign a few years back handing out the tract "False Religions End Is Near". That is just crazy stuff I can do without. The only thing about suddenly stopping is it attracts the attention of the elders who had high hopes for me, and I am trying to fade and keep a relationship with some family.
Saturdays have a good feel now but they never use to with the dreaded d2d. The only thing better than not going witnessing on Saturday is not going to the meeting on Sunday either. Ahhh.... the truth sets free.
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WTWizard
Better than going in field circus is putting a curse on the work. I spent part of the morning trying to put a curse on the REJECT Astaroth Party, with bad weather, high gas prices, the flu, Kingdumb Hells in bad condition, blackouts at the Kingdumb Hells, blizzards, legal hassles, and apathy to prevent them from doing the waste of paper campaigns and/or attending the REJECT Astaroth Party itself. It actually took less time to attempt to put the curse on this wasteful work than it would have to just prepare to attend the session before field circus.
And I hope the curse works perfectly. No one out placing wastes of paper for flimsy excuses--or, if they are real idiots and insistent on getting out no matter what, whopper obstacles. The REJECT Astaroth Party itself cancelled for snow everywhere or having blackouts on that night that prevent them from holding the damn thing. People getting discouraged about where's joke-hova when that thing's biggest day of the year is trashed. Hopefully, this stops the jokehovian witlesses from taking advantage of the cat lick situation.
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Rattigan350
The main reason that I had for field service was to argue the trinity and other doctrines. At least that was fun. Now, I just don't care. Not my job to deal with a Bible that is unclear on these issues that people back then should have asked Jesus or others about to get clarity. I mean, why didn't someone directly as Jesus 'what happens when we die?' If someone did, why isn't that in the Bible?
A few months ago an elder called and asked if I would go in the ministry with him. I did and the first hour was the regular waste of time and gas at not at homes. Then I got internally mad at how they do break at 11am, then RVs. Drive around just to fill time, like punching a clock.