There seemed to be one or two of these in every hall with which I was associated. Was there one in yours? You know the ones. Usually a married couple. One of whom was handicapped in some way. In my original hall, there was a lady, I guess about in her early forties. She walked with the assistance of two canes, and poorly. At assemblies, she used a wheelchair. I never knew what the problem was and didn't ask. I was in the same book study group with them. And Oh my god, did they want the new world to come...tomorrow.
The brother was so attentive. It was obvious that he loved his wife. And she loved him for loving her. And at the end of every other sentence out of their mouths it seemed came the phrase, "praise Jehovah," or "praise the Lord," or some variation. And it was obvious, too, that in their minds that this was designed to be a little boost, a little extra added insurance that, yes, when the new world came that Jehovah wouldn't forget to fix her legs for her.
So it was, "Wasn't that a fine talk on Sunday, praise Jehovah?"
"Yes, brother x, it was I haven't heard that talk in a long time. It was just grand hearing it again, how Jehovah is going to kill off 99.98% of the human race so we can live in a different house every day. Isn't that so thoughtful of Him. What a loving provision from the creator of us all."
"Yes, brother Frank, praise be to Jehovah, that certainly is a fine blessing if we can just hold fast to our faith and make it through the great tribuation. And all our infirmaties will be no more, praise Jehovah, praise Jehovah."
It was so SAD, so sad to listen to these folks talk, to hear them pepper their conversation with the rote repetition of these meaningless phrases, grasping at straws, grasping at any hope no matter how small, how faint. And the JWs have no qualms about taking advantage of these people's abject hope.
Did you have folks like this in your congregation?