It's remarkable the memories we repress. One came back today. Many moons ago as a young zealous "publisher" I lived with a house full of single brothers (some former Bethelites and others aspiring wannabe Bethelites). One brother used to tell others at dinner that the hot water bottle hanging on the hook behind the hall bathroom door was for enemas. He then proceeded to liken coffee enemas to the "mental enemas" that cleared his mind. What was he likening to a "mental enema" you might wonder? The Watchtower publications including its magazines, books and KM! He compared literal enemas that "flush out all the gunk" to their analogous mental enemas that "flush out all the worldliness." Isn't that funny?
Derrick