Baptism

joannadandy

Just some thoughts I had...it creeped itself into poem format...I hate when that happens...lol

There was light on their wings as they stepped into the water.
There was gold on their hands as they pushed me toward the stream.
The thick black of the swirling water went un-noticed except by me.
The thick black smoke they breathed was choking me.
I stepped back afraid.
I stepped back to flee.
They called to me in a siren song that was slightly out of tune.
They pounded words from dusty books into my ears.
The words became pleasurable for a time in the numbness they brought.
There were hundreds all around me.
There was love in their words, and faces filled with indifference.
Yet still no wings for me after these long years.
There was gold on their faces, but I saw the red reflected in their eyes.
I sat on the bank and cried gray tears.
The light would never reflect the same.
Ashes in my lap,
Dust within the air.
I am made of nothing,
And all they can do is stare.

The Alchemist

Very good! It reminded me of the stiff and phony atmosphere during the assemblies and meetings. Phony smiles and lies on how they miss you the false encouragement and the clapping on que.

Reborn2002

Phony smiles and lies on how they miss you the false encouragement and the clapping on que.

Boy you struck a nerve with that statement.

EVER SO TRUE.

The Watchtower Society and Jehovah's Witness meetings have NOTHING to do with spirituality or love of brother, and EVERYTHING to do with APPEARANCES AND THE IMAGE of the corporation.

onacruse

The thrill of the moment seized my soul,

I looked forward to being made whole.

My friends and family glowed with pride,

as I stepped out in confident stride.

My sight was keen and my goal was clear,

I knew where I was going from here.

My baptism was a very spiritual and satisfying experience for me. I refuse to let subsequent developments diminish the thrill and fulfillment I experienced at that moment. It gave me a sense of self-validation and purpose that influences my entire life, even though I never expect to be a JW again.

FWIW,

Craig

SYN

My baptizm was about as exciting as having a pudgy guy force your head underwater can possibly be.

Truth2Me

When I got baptised as a JW..it was a special time, because it was a public declaration of my devotion to God.

But, I had already been baptised as a born-again Christian, before I became a Witless....so I had a hard time accepting that I need to be baptised yet again.....but I was told that my previous baptism didn't really count because I "Didn't really know Jehovah" then.......I resented that. I didn't really know my Bible---true, otherwise I never would have become a Witless to begin with...but I DID have a personal relationship with God/Jehovah/Yahweh...whatever his/her name is.

A few of folks have mentioned the facade of smiling faces.....I actually bought into the whole thing when I was a Witless....I was genuinely happy in the borg....and I knew many who were too...and we smiled 'cause we were happy.....but after awhile I got to know many who smiled to look okay to everyone else, hiding the pain inside because the "happiest people on earth" couldn't possible be misrable inside.....hahaha....SO sad. I stood out because I didn't play that game. I'm a 100% who I am and I don't play those games. If I'm thrilled to pieces everyone else knows it and if I'm depressed then everyone else can see it in my face. I've heard that in the Borg, before my time, they actually called it "Face Crime" if you didn't put on a happy face. Rediculous!!!!

It Ain't-

Truth2Me

outnfree

Funny, I was just contrasting my baptism with that of my best friend yesterday! I remember her telling me afterwards that as she came up out of the water she felt very holy and peaceful, that a wonderful feeling overcame her.

About 15 years later when I finally got baptized I looked forward to feeling that same way. But I didn't. I felt nothing, nada.

Now, she has been inactive for the past 10 years or so, and I disassociated myself a year ago last March. Neither of us has the slightest intention of ever returning.

Great poem, joanna!

out

ugg

joana,,,,,very touching.....

happiest day of my life.....my baptism
saddest day of my life.....my baptism

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