Magnum,
I walked into a Kingdom Hall for the first time in 1944. I was baptized in 1948. Our Hall was a storefront in a shabby part of town. It had a makeshift stage, folding chairs and an American Flag. It was a different religion than it is today.
Falling out of the religion was a slow possess. I think the first “bump” was in the early 1950s. At the annual meeting (1954 sticks in my mind, but I’m not certain anymore) Knorr ripped the congregations for lack of zeal. His entire talk was based on a misunderstanding of statistical analysis. He did not understand that the larger the number of publishers became the lower the percentage of growth would be. We had polite words. It made no difference.
Mostly through the 1950s and into the 1960s it was a comfortable religion I believed was the truth. However, comfort is not a measure of truth. In this period I was a Company Servant, later renamed Congregation Servant. I was teaching at a state university. Measuring the pseudo-scholarly, footnoted articles that sometimes appeared in the Watchtower against scholarly standards was a teeth chipping experience. I recall one article (I’m not going hunting for it and don’t remember the date) that was full of footnotes. They were all fake. The writer read only one of the books. All the other footnotes were drawn from it but presented as if each book had been read separately. I’d fail a student who did that.
Another pimple on the Watchtower’s face was using the name Houghton Mifflin, a text book publisher, as the name of an author. This is careless work. Sometime back in the 1950s, Franz found prophetic applications in Josephus. I shook my head. I didn’t like him. He was a fruitcake. But he could produce sound scholarship. The 1964 articles on Resurrection still stand out, even if current belief is a return to the past. Still, those things were minor to me. I believed we were helping people. Seeing people abandon harmful, unproductive lives for a better life was gratifying.
I was in various circuits mostly in western states. There were some troubled congregations, but mostly the congregations were friendly, and the members were committed and knowledgeable. They knew their religion. That’s not so now.
The 1975 prediction was jolting. Watching the new “elders” develop in to self-entitled, abusive, unprepared “princes” was what took me into a years long fade. I’m old and ill. I resigned due to illness, officially. I really quit because I couldn’t work with men who abused their brothers and sisters.
There was a reservoir of doctrinal questions too. Major prophetic statements seemed to have no basis in anything but imagination. When I read the book New World, a commentary on Job, I was impressed. Two decades later, in the 1960s, I had read almost everything the Watchtower had ever published and was left with the lingering question: “How do they know that?” The answer is, of course, they don’t. They see themselves as inspired, even though they deny that. They know ‘it’ because they want to see themselves as a prophetic movement. They don’t know anything at all. They make it up.
The organization’s structure fosters authoritarian abuse. That more than anything, even more than my questions, took me out of “the truth.” Men who did not prepare when counsel was needed, who showed up at committee meetings prepared to disfellowship but not prepared to assist someone weak mark this religion. Elders who study the publications in a desultory way and are biblically illiterate are common.
There is good in the religion, but the good does not rest among elders or other ecclesiastical authority. It rests among the average believer who wants to please God and have his blessing.