by new hope and happiness 16 Replies latest jw experiences
Designs : i saw the most beautiful blue eyes i ever saw in my life...her eyes were in the street...she was sitting in the high street singing Hara Krishna...she was innocent and beautiful....she smiled at me and i wish i sat down next to her.
sorry off topic again.
In a 100 years time none of this will matter. None of us will likely (WT weazle word), be here. No life after death. No hope everafter. Just oblivion. Death in the truest sense. I don't wanna sound morbid but that's life. This is all we got we will be forgotten in 1,000 years time.
Though not as eloquent as William Cullen Bryant, clear and to the point, Punk. I give you a "G" and move you on to the next point of counsel.
Doc
| In all his course; nor yet in the cold ground, | |
| Where thy pale form was laid, with many tears, | 20 |
| Nor in the embrace of ocean, shall exist | |
| Thy image. Earth, that nourished thee, shall claim | |
| Thy growth, to be resolved to earth again, | |
| And, lost each human trace, surrendering up | |
| Thine individual being, shalt thou go | 25 |
| To mix forever with the elements; | |
| To be a brother to the insensible rock, | |
| And to the sluggish clod, which the rude swain | |
| Turns with his share, and treads upon. The oak | |
| Shall send his roots abroad, and pierce thy mould. |
Doc...oh thats forever away...tomorrow i am going to a Deep Purple concert ,Ian Gillan singing.His 67 and the good times go on....ok maybe the last time but the roots of my life live on...and that poem seemed kind of sad. Life is when my money runs out. Ok i am dead. But i aint dead ..and i dont want to be like that elder i started this post about.
So back to this post, i guess i started it because i think we should follow our hearts then we will not end up like that elder i wrote about.
punk hope you remember XRAY SPEX
Yes. I remember them. Sadly she is no longer with us. I believe cancer took her.
Yes cancer took her punk. But not before these lines...re your post on 1975.
1977
1975 and we are going mad
its 1975 and we have read to many watchtowers
1977 and we are going to show them
that apathys a drag.
My mind is like a plastic bag
That corresponds to all those watchtoers ect ect
Even though I've been out for nearly a decade, not a day goes by without my giving some thought to the Witnesses in one form or another.
This morning as I was getting ready for work I was thinking of the P.O. of my old congregation. The man was only a few years older than my father, but for as long as I can remember (and I'm in my mid 30s now), we always thought of him as an old man. He always carried himself that way.
Rumor has it he was borderline illiterate before we became a Witness and he fully learned to read using WT publications. Children were afraid of him. JW parents would threaten their kids by telling them they would let Bro. P.O. know they were misbehaving if they didn't shape up. When I became a pioneer, he often showed contempt for me. It didn't sit well with him for whatever reason that I was a young, ambitious JW looking to quickly move up the ranks. Many if not most JWs my age didn't care for him. Some outright despised him.
Yet, on a few occasions I was able to see how genuinely hurt he was when yet another young JW drifted away, many of them into criminal or emotional problems or unenviable lifestyle choices. After several years had passed since I drifted away from the WT world, I had occasion to see him again at my grandmother's funeral. I was never disfellowshipped. His expression revealed genuine joy at having seen me again. It's almost as if he were happy to see that even though I'd drifted away from the WT, I managed to make it out okay. If you knew the fate of many of the JWs in my congregation who were my age, you would understand this. It made me forget a lot of the resentments I held against him.
Word got back to me through my JW siblings that the PO's health has been deteriorating. He battled prostate cancer a few years back and now has pretty advanced Parkinson's. I'm genuinely sad for this man. His entire life was the congregation. He thought he was doing the right thing. He spent countless nights visiting sick people at the hospital, doing home visits with families who had unruly children the parents needed help with. I don't think the man ever took a vacation. He took a really low paying government job so that he could have the evenings and weekends free to dedicate to JW matters. And what does he have to show for it?
At least he has a govt pension and social security to pull him through, but this is a man who never thought he'd see the year 2000, much less old age. He's now roughly 70 and has very little to look forward to in life. I wonder how he does it. How does he manage to quiet the thoughts at night that doubtless urge him to reconsider how he spent his life? For as much as I despise what this religion does to people or for as much as I genuinely hate people who use the authority structure to abuse others, I can't help but feel sorry for this man. When he dies, I'm sure the KH won't be able to contain the attendees at his funeral, but given how strict and ornery he was in life, I think very few will actually be genuinely saddened by his passing.
nerve.that was a very sincere post. I envy your understanding and compassion that see in this man a worthwhile person.
