Take a look at this photo of a now long extinct publication!
Ain't she a beauty?
Around 1976 I got the wild idea I'd like to learn Greek.
WHY?
Gosh - just look at the gorgeous purple book up there!
Actually - there was a reason for my study of the Christian Greek language.
Think about it. This religious group has resorted to toying with the
"original meaning" ploy over and over again.
Pastor Russell (at the urging of a reader named Keith) browsed his Emphatic Diaglott for (PAROUSIA) in regard to the language of the "original meaning" of Jesus 2nd "coming" and Russell just fell in love with
an alternate meaning:
"Arrival or presence."
A flimsy foundation for cult interpretation had been born.
BINGO!
I was actually wrestling with BELIEF in the JW structure and theology as a crisis of Faith at the time.
I was doing the infamous
private research thingy.
Well, this story I'm about to tell has very little to do with the seriousness of that particular motive.
Nope.
The purple book proved - in the long run - to be quite disastrous for Jehovah's Witnesses as we all now know.
A comparison of the literal words side by side with the WATCHTOWER words was a Before and After comparison that exploded the myth of "Truth".
This little essay is more about how bored I was with the whole project and how I turned it into a way of showing off.
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It's really easy to learn the Greek Alphabet rather quickly after I started reading the purple INTERLINEAR (English/Greek) Bible aloud.
I set to practicing my enunciation. I'm a NERD, you must realize.
Showing off a huge vocabulary is a Nerd idea of being admirable.
(Big joke as it turns out).
Who do I think I was kidding? Myself, I guess.
I could actually read the text (without a clue in the world what I was saying, of course.)
I can still do this. It means nothing - but it sounds impressive.
I was eager to show off my profound linguistic mastery of Greek.
Where else to begin than the local Greek Restaurant in Redondo Beach, California where I lived at the time with my Jehovah's Witness wife and three small kids.
I had memorized The Lord's Prayer in Greek straight out of The Kingdom Interlinear Bible.
I know what you're thinking:
"What kind of nut does this?"
I told you: I am a Nerd.
I memorized the digits of Pi to 50 decimal places and
the entire Rime of the Ancient Mariner to show off in the 8th grade.
So many years later, I was 29 years old in 1976 and still up to my old tricks.
My Plan?
I'd try and gain an audience of 2 Greek restaurant owners, Basil and Nicos. The opinion of experts would be a feather in my imaginary cap.
Conversationally I dropped a hint here and there I was a student (self-taught) of Greek.
Suddenly, Nicos was profoundly attentive!
He called his brother over.
Apparently Greeks take their language VERY SERIOUSLY - with extraordinary emotional pride!
These guys really wanted to hear my recitation.
Filled, as I was, with enormous confidence and a bit of swagger, I began reciting
phonetically but conversationally - the Our Father prayer ....
(Mind you - I had never HEARD Greek being spoken - I'd only read the dictionary pronunciation guides.)
I imagined I'd sound rather scholarly - if not authentically Greek as a - man- on -the-street of Athens might do in my speechifying.
Basil and Nicos listened intently - both slowly nodding ... following closely ... rapt attention all the way through.
I finished without a hitch ...awaiting the inevitable applause
and - likely a FREE MEAL or a vow of brotherhood. Greek citizenship by proxy.
Nicos peered back at Basil.
They both stared at me...
Straightaway, they burst into laughter ...uproarious guffaws
rollicking belly laughs that just went on
Big red face on me - and I knew the jig is up.
Finally, panting for air, Basil shook his head and placed a hairy paw on my shoulder.
"You must never do this again!
No my friend, stick with English.
If not for Greek's sake - for God's sake!"
This pretty much ended my Greek scholarship.
My fate paralleled Watchtower's embarrassment, I suppose you could say.
They tried to fake it too.
I did manage to find use of my memorized prayer.
Now and then, when telephone solicitors and bill collectors catch me with a phone call -- I resort to recitation.
I sound - at the very least - like a non-English speaking imbecile.
I immediately launch into a recitation of Greek (yes -mangled Greek).
"Paw tur ho en tois hooran ois ..."
The person on the other end of the phone call will usually sputter and hang up on me.
That is solace, I think you'll agree!
I get more use out of fake Greek than the Watchtower will. I'm a genuine idiot and they are merely phony ones.