Share the Craziest far out ideas/arguments you have heard about life in the "NEW SYSTEM" (page 4)

cantleave

Dinosaurs would be brought back, but they would be smaller and eat plants!

Pickler

We will all have baby animals to play with, what baby animal will you have???

what a load of rubbish to feed to children!

The sad thing is JWs will put off things they would like to do, instruments to play, places to see, hobbies and interests, and generally a comfortable life because it is drilled into their heads, that is all a waste of time in this old system, preaching, saving lives is what counts now, you can do all you want in the new world! So sad considering this is the only life you get, and they do nothing they aspired to do, putting it off into a world as imaginary as the Middle Kingdom

BU2B

Also, I used to think, even when I believed it all, that much of what I want to see, the great cities of the world, man made landmarks, most sights and things to do will all be destroyed at armageddon anyway so now is the only chance to see them!

It seems more and more JWS are traveling the world now.. Maybe that new world isnt as real as it used to be..

DATA-DOG

Yeah...the nakedness thing. It's always the fat ones that want to be naked the most.. Most dubs believe that we will be working, cleaning up the earth and what-not. We will have technology, they feel. So unless those tools are going to be miraculously provided, they will wear out. Who will build them? With what? I ask them if we will be smelting metal and forging tools naked.

What about gardening? I ask if they want to be hoeing a row, and look up at Brother Bob's twig and berries. They say that we won't care then, and will probably fertilize the garned with our own fecal matter.

The GB have shown in the publications what paradise will be. An endless KH construction project. We will have cordless tools and wear khakis pants and long-sleeve shirts with hardhats. Then after work, we will conduct our bible studies out of the new scrolls.

If I end up there, I will begin training dinosaurs to work in the quarry for me. Then I will start a pteradoctyl mail delivery service and hand out flyers about TTATT. Then I will fly as high as I can and jump into a volcano. An endless KH build is no paradise. Especially when the reward of 1,000 years of service is the " prospect " of life.

DATA-DOG

" fertilize the garned with our own fecal matter. "

I meant " garden." I may have seen that on t.v..some weird ancient culture. Still gross..

Mum

I remember a discussion about whether there would be money in the "new order." One person argued that Adam and Eve didn't have money, while the other argued that there would have to be a medium of exchange. Also related to children was speculation as to whether babies and children who had died would be resurrected as babies and children or as adults.

Another wacky one was that, eventually, there would be no more children. At some point, the earth would be "full" and no more children would be born. I never heard the one about populating other planets; I thought that one was exclusive to Mormons.

DATA-DOG

The colonization of other planets is the only one that makes sense. If we don't colonize other star systems then BSG can never happen.

One of my wife's reasons for not having anymore children is because we will be adopting in the New System.

prologos

jam: re gardening: I fellow pioneer insisted he will have a

one crop farm, garden:

GRAPES with the vats and all.

a country called Schlaraffenland.

david_10

Do you really want to know what life will be like after Armageddon? Here's a short story by a Witness named Mark Tjernell. This was written around 20 years ago, and I first read it on a Witness website where everyone praised it as the most beautiful & wonderful thing they had ever read. It was also posted on Freeminds, and it's probably still there. Mr. Tjernell didn't live to see the paradise he imagined, I'm afraid..........it is my understanding that he tragically died as a result of accidental electrocution a couple of years ago.

Anyway, this story makes the rounds every so often and, for those who have never seen it, here is a rare treat. Enjoy.

P S...........When I got to the part about the "large coffee espresso machine", I broke down and started bawling.

Day One By Mark Tjernell

"It's over!" Don said, "it's over!" "We're alive!" I said, "we're alive!" He grabbed me and hugged me and we danced in circles at the same time. Don was one of our older elders. "I've never felt so alive" he said. Everybody was doing the same thing, hugging and dancing in circles. "Did you ever think Armageddon was going to be like that?" my good friend, Tanny, said with tears streaming down her face. "Awesome" I tried to say, choking on the lump in my throat, "Just awesome." "Just look at that sun", she said, looking up and shielding her eyes somewhat with her palm. "It's back to normal. Isn't it wonderful?" she added.

There were now about 35 from our congregation there in the Kingdom Hall parking lot. Every one was running around grabbing each other and hugging and jumping and laughing and crying and shouting. Some would throw their hands up in the air and look up and say, "Oh thank you, Jehovah, thank you, thank you." Others would drop on their knees, clasp their hands in front of their face and sit there on the hard ground with their eyes tightly squeezed shut, in heart-felt prayer. Some were squeezing their children again and again. The brothers from the Spanish congregation were there too. I couldn't understand what they were saying, but it was evident that this day for them was everything that it was for us.

We had been doing this for hours. "Look, another car!" someone said. We all stopped and stared in silence like we did every time. I couldn't hear anything but my heart pounding. We watched. It was a late model Ford. It looked in pretty good shape compared to a lot of them. Everybody had parked in the street this way and that way. Some left the doors open and just ran. "Who is it?" Tammy, my wife, said, as she tugged on my arm. "Jerry and Kay", all of us shouted at once. "It's Jerry and Kay." They came running into the parking lot with this whole crowd of people running at them. And the hugging and dancing and laughing and crying started all over again.

This same thing happened over and over. All day long. But, those who came that day were the ones who always came. We kept looking in anticipation as to who we would see next. But they were the ones we would always see at every meeting. "Isn't this something?", one sister, Cindy, said to me. "Is that all you can say?" I quipped back at her. "Well, isn't it?" she said as she grabbed both of my arms just above the elbows and stared into my eyes with a pristine expression. "Yes it is, it sure is something," I said with a loud laugh. "And those birds," I added, "Just listen to those birds! Have you ever seen so many birds?" We all hugged again.

Jerry was a soft spoken brother who was always thinking ahead. He came up to me and said with sparkling eyes, "What does the inside of the Hall look like? It is sure nice to see it not boarded up any more. Do you think we should start cleaning it?" We thought we would get inside eventually and sit down. We thought maybe we would have some kind of meeting and talk about what we were going to do next. But we didn't. Not that day we didn't.

About noon we realized that we were getting hungry. The elders appointed groups to go out and find supplies. The sisters thought it would be real fun to go shopping, but it was mostly brothers who went. After a while they started coming back. Two brothers returned with huge motor homes and one with a big travel trailer and a generator. One group brought china and silverware. A lot of it was real fine china, and even some real silver. One group brought tables, and the rest brought food and drink. We had lots of food, all kinds of stuff. One brother, Patrick, came driving in the parking lot in a police car with the lights and siren going. He had it stuffed with cases of wine and coffee. And in the trunk was a large espresso coffee machine.

Every one pitched in with food preparation and soon dinner was ready. Carl, our presiding overseer led us in a long prayer and we began to eat. We thought we could maybe start to settle down a little, but we weren't prepared for what happened next.

"I think I'm too excited to eat" I said to Bob, one of our elders, as we stood looking at each other with our plates in our hands. "I know what you mean," he said, looking down at his food and licking his lips, "I am never 'too anything' to eat, but I'm real close." I had my back to the street. Bob was looking over my shoulder. I saw his mouth drop open. His eyes popped out and he dropped his plate and just stood there. I turned around and there, coming into the lot, was Brother Brody, the brother that had helped more people into the truth than anyone I know, and from his wheelchair at that.

Now, he didn't drive to the Kingdom Hall. He didn't walk. He didn't run either. He was skipping! Like a little kid, he was skipping and chuckling. He had a smile so big I thought the corners of his mouth were going to get caught on his ears. The sisters shrieked and shrieked with excitement. The brothers mostly stood there laughing and wagging their heads, and pointing. I think a lot of tears were dripping into a lot of food about then.

Towards the end of the day a brother came from the next congregation to ours. He brought a 2-way radio and we talked to four different congregations that first day and we made plans to meet the next day at the Assembly Hall. We heard that one brother had contacted Patterson by ham radio but nobody knew any more than that.

That night we built a campfire right there in the parking lot. I was standing there by the crackling fire watching the shadows and the fire light dancing on all the smiling faces. Jerry turned to me and said thoughtfully, "What are you thinking about, my brother?" "Life" I said. "Life just seems so delicious!" We played kingdom songs on the stereos in the motor homes with speakers outside and we all sang song after song and each stood up and told his story of how Jehovah had saved them. That is when it happened ... what everyone alive on earth that day will remember forever and ever.

There was a swirling warm breeze that seemed to engulf us. And who could ever forget that enormous pillar of fire up in the sky slowly spinning around. Tongues of fire kept departing from it in a circular motion as it turned and showered down in all directions. We all sat there transfixed in amazement as some of those tongues of fire came right toward us and were distributed around to each one of us. Then there was that thundering, resonant voice from the heavens. You could feel it reverberating right through you, but we weren't afraid. There was a calm that settled down over all of us. The voice said, "YOU ARE MY FAITHFUL WITNESSES AND I AM JEHOVAH. I WILL POUR OUT MY BLESSINGS UPON YOU BEYOND WHAT YOU CAN DREAM."

Carlos, a brother from the Spanish congregation, stood up and raised his palms as high as he could and said, "Praise be to Jehovah, we will serve him forever". And he began relating prophecies that we had all just seen fulfilled. I ran over to him and said, "Carlos, Carlos my brother, how is it that I can understand what you are saying?" "I don't know" he said, "How is it that I can understand you?" Then all the brothers and sisters from the Spanish congregation came running over and started hugging all of us and we all were hugging each one of them. And we, all at once, were talking and talking and talking. And many were praising Jehovah for his wonderful unifying gift.

We had gone to neighboring houses to find stuff to burn in our fire. It seemed funny going up to those vacant houses. We didn't knock. We would just open the door and say "Oh, 'I'm not interested', You say? You have your own religion? Too bad, too bad, you great city, for in one hour your judgment came." We even brought back a couple of signs for the fire. One said, "No peddlers or agents." And one said "Beware of dog." We laughed long and hard as we pitched them into the fire.

We kept celebrating into the wee hours of the night. Nobody wanted to go home even if they had one. This seemed more like our home, and more like our family, than ever before. Finally, towards morning many of the friends started falling asleep.

I walked over to Don who was still wide awake. I said, "Don, do you think the Israelites were this happy after they crossed the Red Sea?" He looked at me thoughtfully as he ran his hand through his silver hair. But his hair didn't look so silver to me. I thought maybe it was the golden light from the fire. He said, "Happy? I'm sure they were. But I don't think any human ever felt like every one of Jehovah's people do this day. You know," he said, "I will always remember this as "Day One" of forever!"

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