Good thread. I love reading elders stories. Tell us more!
Wish I'd been in the piano-elder's group while in service: Get to get out of the hot sun, go inside to air conditioning, get to sit down and get off your feet, and get your own private concert to boot. :-) Always loved watching people play the piano anyway. Amazes me how they can DO that...
SunshineToo: When I turned myself in, the elders didn't exactly shed tears, but they really were PAINED and BEGGED me to reconsider with earnestness and caring in their voices. So I remember them as basically good guys, too. Or, let's say I never had a bad run-in with anybody. Now, did they ever make shepherding calls all during my JW years? Not a one. Guess they figured I was well-grounded so why bother? The first four years I lived next door to an elder and his wife, so I guess they figured he was the one to make sure I was OK. Near the end when I was "drifting in my heart," no one even noticed until it was too late.
Being a single sis with no fleshly family in the org, you could say I had been a CO/DO 'groupie' in that I loved it when they came to town and livened up the meetings, and went out in service w/the group as much as possible, thinking I'd get some of their "wisdom" sprinkled on me in the process, sort of like Peter-Pan/Disney World "star dust." -- Even had a DO and his wife carry boxes up 3 flights of stairs when I was moving apartments. Can't remember how that came about, though. (I was ALWAYS moving while a JW -- you know, trying to find the cheapest place to live so I could work less so I could go out in service more... EXHAUSTING! all that moving around!)
Now, were some of the local elders ODD? Yes! Were some of them stupid acting? Yes! Were some of them ANNOYING in their boring talks or habits? (enough to really try one's patience, yes yes!!).
Grits