While sitting through my annual visit to a kingdom hall tonight, I had the following thoughts/observations:
1. The speaker appealed to the kids: "How many here are 15 years of age or younger?" He then went on to tell us how exciting it would be to "lie down" with lions that eat straw instead of flesh, and further discussed JW kids napping with leopards, bears, and cattle. He added, "this is what the ransom sacrifice made possible for your future!"
Weird.
2. The majority of the talk was focused on explaining why the vast majority of the witnesses do not get to partake of the crackers and wine at the Memorial "celebration." Then the crackers and wine were passed around, and no one in the hall ate or drank. Nice celebration, guys. You get teased with food after you're told why you can't eat it.
3. The fixed, empty facial expressions of the mentally enslaved who attended were kind of disturbing to me. I felt like I was in a room filled with robots.
4. I received the usual attention from the single moms there. You know, the divorced ones with 3 kids, more baggage than a 747 jetliner, and a delusional belief that I might actually be interested in them . . .
They deprive their members of the basic joys in life, christmas, birthdays, kid's sports, etc., and replace ithem with a "celebration" that consists of more of the same bogus preaching with no food or refreshments for the "great crowd" of pigeons who support this publishing empire. They do allow them to look at food and drink, but not to eat or drink it.
Some celebration . . . not.