I saw a movie tonight and came home thinking about a couple old friends who are still Witnesses. I miss them something awful. I needed to write, so I wrote in my journal for a while, but I really felt the need to write them directly. So I sent them an email tonight. Thinking back over the experiences we shared, it made me cry. I wish they could understand what terrible pain was involved in leaving that organization.
I hope for a response but I fear that I will get a form reply. I remember how difficult it was to show compassion for people as a Witness. Indeed, I was adept at cutting off human emotion when confronting the problem of my disassociated father while I was a Witness. I know how automatic it is to hide behind the shield and give the standard reply: "We love you too but you have chosen not to support Jehovah and his Kingdom." Yes, that's true, but in the same way that I have chosen not to support Santa and his Elfdom - not because I stand opposed to it but simply because I cannot believe that it is real! Why would God give us a brain and then punish us for using it as honestly as we know how?
I wish it were possible to convey this in a way people could understand. But alas for the night! It is not to be, at least not tonight.
SNG