When I began to study with JWs, I deluded myself into believing I was pursuing truth, when I was pursuing a closer relationship with my Dad. I suppose keeping him happy by joining his new club didn't seem cool to me as a teenager, when I was meant to be rebelling from his authority. But having had so little to share with him emotionally, or intellectually for most of my upbringing, this seemed too good an opportunity to pass up. So I attended meetings wearing all black -- that was a real attention getter.
Then I started to meet lots of new people, the love bomb detonated, and that gave me another reason to continue my 'search for answers'. There were always a few people ready to tell me about truth, about new aspects of the bible I never knew, and even though these sometimes conflicted with my understanding of the bible, (and I knew my bible quite well even then) these views were NEW and interesting. However, the more closely I centred my life with the congregation, the more I found truth to be NOT the issue.
Only after I got baptised did I fully realise what the issue really was. The realisation that my ass belonged to an organisation, my whole social life, my income (I worked for a bruvver), my goals, everything was theirs. Only now did I begin to ask really awkward questions, and I also began to write as well, awkwardly. There was a security in being a full-up labelled JW, but there was a curious insecurity in there too. Previously, difficult questions were welcomed by brothers, but now I was baptised, the idea seemed to be that I should now move on to answering instead of asking Mostly that is what I did. So here started the suppression of thought.
I tried to harmonise my motives, to construct for myself a noble narrative. I wanted to believe that I had integrity. If I was in the truth for my Dad, was this so wrong? Sure there was Make the truth your own, but what did that really mean except do as you are told in theWatchtower? So I told myself I was serving the organisation to get closer to my father, AND my heavenly father Jehovah.
This actually worked well as a rationale because my father was very like Jehovah. He could be loving and intimate, hateful and vengeful, inconsistent, sullen, sometimes happy, mysterious, challenging, creative, and self obsessed -- just like the God of the bible. And there was always Mom (I never really had a mother) to run back to, the Organisation. She was consistent, I thought, she was kind, understanding of human frailty, I thought, she gave me down to earth goals: books, territory, assignments, status. "Mother organisation" loved husband Jehovah so much she would tell little lies about him, would make him out to be greater that he was, pretend he was always right, forgive his obvious neglect. The perfect family!
I still havn't said what the issue really was, as it clearly was not truth, of course it was loyalty. And family loyalty was the way I thought about it.
Did anybody else rationalise their 'faith' in this way as a JW?
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