For many of us, serving Jehovah was a life changing choice we made as adults. For others, it was something we did because it was our parents' choice and we had to comply.
For me it was my choice to become a JW. I got baptized at 33 and served the WTS for 10 years. I am being honest when I say that from the moment I got baptized I started to feel .............
- safe. Now I was in the organization that was chosen by god so I would survive armageddon.
The longer I was an active witness, the more I felt............
- righteous. After all, I was using my precious time to SAVE the world, I wasn't smoking, fornicating, gambling etc, etc. Depriving one self of life's pleasures and slaving for god is a good start toward martyrdom.
The less fun I was having, because I was being a GOOD christian, the more I felt...............
- judgemental. Oh, how could they NOT go out witnessing/not go to the meetings/not invite the CO, etc, etc...........'I'm doing sooooo much' 'I'm soooooo good' you know the scenario. OMG, I feel sick as I write this.
But as time went by, serving Jehovah made me feel................
- tierd. Because I was dragging children out on weekends and nights. Using my spare time to place magazines and conduct bible studies. Preparing for meetings, inviting people for meals, helping the less fortunate ones in the congo etc, etc.
- angry. Nothing I ever did was good enough. My kids were never good enough. etc, etc.
- guilty. I wasn't bringing up my kids the way I would have liked to. I didn't let them enjoy all the things they should have. Shunning my 'worldly' friends. Making my kids do what I wanted, not what THEY wanted. Forcing them to answer up, knock on doors........bad mum!
- confused. Incorrect prophecies, lies, cover ups, deception, double-standards, hypocracy.
- stupid. For falling for it!
And most deeply I felt............
- betrayed and let down. After all the borg was suppose to be a spiritual paradise and a loving brotherhood. A place where my children would grow in safety and joy. But love is not the identifying mark of the WTS. Love is an over used and least applied word.
But now I'm out of the WTS and I am free of their control. After years of doing the JW things, I realised that I was really serving man, serving an organization, serving their purpose. I was never serving God at all. But I was tricked into thinking I was while making money for them.
So how do you feel about your service to Jehovah?
I hope you don't think less of me now that I've revealed how much a JW I was once.
Cheers, Bliss.