When I first started to study with the Dubs, I was about 8 years old. My mom became a JW but she was very lax with the rules. She never made me "give up" my non-JW friends (perhaps because my dad never became a Dub).
However, don't most JW parents (even the more strict ones) allow their young children to play with non-JW children at school and in the neighborhood? In my experience, even my JW peers had just "friends". They didn't call them worldly and they didn't call them Christian. They were simply called "friends".
But it seems that these friends were only temporary. As one got older (teens), the rules got more strict. Suddenly, you weren't allowed to have friends who were "worldly". If you called someone your friend who WASN'T a JW, then you would receive looks of disapproval from your JW comtemporaries. Besides, those of us who began to put our faith into practice would cut-off those worldly friends anyway. Certainly, we didn't want to be an "enemy of God" just to be "friends of the world". So, we just associated with fellow Dubs.
So, again. my question is: When do worldly friends become worldly? When do we stop viewing them as friends and start viewing them as bad association? My mind began to ponder this after I read the following article:
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[ Send this story to a friend | Easy-print version | Search archives ] Shanae Anderson By 0, 5/24/2003 The Harbor School To tell them that would be like waiting for a pit bull to jump over the fence and bite me. I wasn't about to let that happen. So, as I was about to leave, my friend Roni asked, ''What religion are you, Shanae?'' I couldn't lie, so I simply said I don't feel comfortable talking about that and left. That night, I thought about what my friends would have thought about my religion, and if they were going to find out. I talked to my mom about what happened. She said, ''Girl, what's the matter with you? You should be proud to say that you are a Jehovah's Witness.'' I dug deep into my soul to find the right answer. I didn't know whether to tell my friends the truth or leave them wondering. That night I found my answer. I was going to preach what I believe in. The next day at lunch I sat with my friends. Out of the blue I said, ''Listen, I'm a Jehovah's Witness and that's what I believe in.'' For a moment it got silent. So silent that you could hear the thinnest piece of paper fall on the floor as if 20 eighth-graders came stampeding down the steps. Then everybody began talking again. After everyone was told to line up, my friend Sharon told me she has a cousin who is a Jehovah's Witness. That's the day I could say, ''Hey, I got courage!'' This story ran on page A101 of the Boston Globe on 5/24/2003. |