by berylblue 25 Replies latest jw friends
LOL Guilty, beryl!
Personally, I didn't like it, because I knew we weren't a model. It's true, we were a very active dub family, and it wasn't just a surface thing. I can honestly say that everyone in my family was very spiritually minded. But things were never as perfect as they were made out to be on stage. And I felt that pretending to be perfect just made the friends resent us more.
Ravvyn
That is such a bad judgement call on their part.
You must have been mortified.....what idiots they are....
Bendrr.....
The connection between 1914 and masturbation?
Most of The Governing Body have been masturbating regularly SINCE 1914.
Integ.
Well maybe, just maybe I've had the last laugh?
My family's picture was on a poster in the back of the hall on the Information Board with a circle and a line drawn through.........what not to be like. I was the dutiful wife who drug the kids to all the meetings while Dad stayed home, later they chose to stay home with Dad while I went, we were the outcast of the Congergation.
Me and my five kids are out of the B'org.......my X who was the beard wearing, harley ridin' rebel is still in and trying for a "servants position", eh go figure....... My kids say "yeah Dad's got religion, now."
Bwaaahahahaaaaaaaa, I'm sooooooo glad we're out!
Kate
My family (my mom, my brother and me) were always picked when a service meeting topic had to do with raising a family when a mate is an unbeliever. I hated those parts. We were outcasts anyway, so what was the point of being held up as an example?
I hated how my mom would torture us for days and days before the part, practicing, reading, re-reading. While we were on the platform she would kick me under the table, basically getting me to not forget my lines, or to not sound so sarcastic. one time she even hit me in the mouth with the microphone because I couldnt remember what I was supposed to say. And then she wonders why I DA'd....
LOL, biker.
I'll tell you about the one part I was in. The Service Overseer was desperate for women to fill this part....mothers of young ones who were continuously auxilliary pioneering. The part was to discuss how one's family can help. He turned to me and another new sister; both married to unbelievers and with rather challenging home situations.
He, of course, "interviewed" me for the part first. He kept asking how my daughters assisted me in pioneering. I said that they were very undemanding as far as not asking for a lot of expensive things which would necessitate me working full time. He wasn't pleased with that, so he kept pushing. He wanted me to say, "They help with the housework".
Now that would have been a complete lie. They didn't, and that was okay with me. I told him as much. But that was what he wanted me to say. I asked him if he wanted me to lie. Apparently he did, because he just laughed and walked away.
Okay, show time, and I'm up there with my two daughters, and Sherry is up there with her daughter and her two monster sons. Nasty little boys, to be blunt.
Anyway, the public interrogation started, and I would not budge. He asked me three different times, in different ways, if my daughters helped me with the housework. I skirted around each attempt rather lamely, until he asked me point blank.
I'm ashamed to admit it, but I finally said, "Yes".
The highlight of the presentation, however, came when Sherry's son (whom she was holding) grabbed the mike and pounded his mother over the head about three times. She stifled a scream; I knew her well, and realized she was fighting the urge to smack him one.
And that was the first and last time I was ever on stage, except to give my alternately comedic/melodramatic student talks .
