Perhaps the most profound moment of my life occurred when I was sat in a car with my Dad. We were travelling home and having a very JW conversation on the Paradise, at least, it was until my Dad slipped in one of those rare moments of honesty in the watchtower world:
"Not that I'll even be there"
That moment really hit me hard. I looked up to my Dad, he had his flaws, like anyone else, but he was a good man, a popular congregation elder, a 'spiritual example' Of course he was going to be there, if he wasn't good enough, who could be? I asked him why he thought he wouldn't get to paradise.
"Don't worry, I'm sure you'll be there, but I have no chance, I'm a right scallywag"
I tried to talk my Dad round by talking about Jehovah's forgiveness, of course, he'd heard all this before and knew it as well as I did, he just nodded and moved the conversation on, but I couldn't stop thinking about that conversation for many days, and I still think about it often now. I believe the reason why it effected me so much, was because I too thought I was a scallywag with no chance of paradise, though I didn't also verbalise these thoughts. Yeah, I could play the game as well as anyone, I would pretend to be 'spiritual' answer at meetings, do good hours on the field service, act like I had it all together, I even played this game well enough to get myself appointed an MS. But it was a game, inside I did not feel 'spiritual' I rarely missed meetings, but I often found them boring and switched off, I did lots of Service, but I always hated it and never put much real effort into the preaching, and I was consciously aware of the personal sins I battled in my life. Occasionally, I would be moved to remake a personal commitment: From now on, I shape up, I work harder on Service, I pay proper attention at meetings, I do more in depth study, I stop those sins etc.. etc... It never lasted, I might be able to do it for a few days, maybe a few weeks, but soon I was back to going through the motions on field service, drifting off at meetings, and so on.
Because of this, I used to have visions that when paradise came, my friends and family would be looking around for me 'Where's Laika*?' (*some names have been changed) they would ask. Then they would find out I wasn't there. Jehovah had destroyed me because even though I looked spiritual, it was all an act, I didn't actually love Jehovah enough, deep in my heart.
I have no way of knowing this for sure, but nowadays, I think that most JWs feel something like this, maybe not all the time, but at least some of it. Yet, like me, JWs rarely confess to it. Your popularity, status and identity as a JW comes from your spirituality, or at least your appearance of it, and to confess that is a sham and admit your spiritual weakness is to hurt your place in the Congregation. This is why I called what my Dad said a rare moment of honesty.
Jehovah's Witnesses thus become very good at lying. I remember a brother I was sat next to at a Convention, I had sat there for the whole programme and been bored out of my mind as usual, and at the end of the day, the brother turned to me and said 'Wasn't that wonderful?' I agreed, of course, but thought 'How could he have found it wonderful, he spent half the programme walking around the Convention site, and most of the rest of it asleep in his chair next to me, he barely got half an hour of the programme!' But for either of us to say 'Thank Jah that's over, I was so bored' would be unspiritual, so we just smiled and agreed. If you miss meetings as a JW, never say 'I just like to take a break sometimes' even if it's true, tell them you were sick or some other excuse, even if that was not the case, or you will soon find yourself out of favour in Watchtower World.
This is getting longer than I originally thought so I will split this story into different parts, I adapted my title from a quote by the Rev Will Campbell: 'We are all bastards but God loves us anyway' - just mentioning so I'm not accused of stealing! ;)