I love this topic! And I am also ashamed.
I have to say that I agonized over this issue of accountability during the time that my eyes were being opened. I was a Ministerial Servant for 9 years. During that time, I would shepherd my book study group and would drop in for visits on those that weren't meeting the 'congregation average' hours. I was SO arrogant and naive! Let me tell you about one of my so-called 'encouraging shepherding' visits:
A married couple in their thirties with two children weren't making all the meetings and were irregular in the ministry (let's call them Brother and Sister "A"). So, I dropped in to encourage them. During that 2 hour visit, here is what I learned about their lives:
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They had just built their first house together, and were in the middle of moving in and getting settled. City hall was giving them problems with zoning rules (they had to tie in an old house to their new structure in order to comply with zoning rules. weird!)
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their mother was horribly ill and they had to have her live with them as well
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Sister A's brother was an extremely suicidal drug addict and no matter how hard she tried, she couldn?t get him the help he needed. (this weighed very heavily on her since she was the only one in her immediate family that was healthy enough to help him)
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Brother A coped with the stress in the family by drowning himself in his job. He went out of his way to stay at work.
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The children were beginning to 'act out' in school. Grades were suffering. No doubt this was in part due to the family stress at home.
And here I come... walking up their driveway... asking why they aren't out in the ministry and at all the meetings. After she and her husband tearfully told me all their challenges. Guess how I consoled them! You guessed it... "Throw your burdens on Jehovah!" ... "Exert yourselves vigorously!"...
I actually told them that if their problems would diminish if they would busy themselves in the ministry and meeting attendance. (I sit here in shame to this day. This event happened over 10 years ago) I was SUCH (!!!) an idiot! Wow!!!
It was only 2 or 3 years later, and MY 15 year marriage fell apart and I had to deal with many of the same issues they were facing at that time. At first, I tried to apply my own advice. In the eyes of all onlookers, I was displaying the most classic case of denial. My wife would be at home drunk out of her skull, my children would be getting into fights at school, my youngest son (4 years old) was pulling chunks of hair out of his head. But - I 'threw my burdens on Jehovah' - and went to all the meetings, kept up my ministry, etc etc. When the entire congregation decided to turn on me - I realized how incredibly stupid such a strategy was. Long story short: We divorced. My wife was disfellowshipped and shortly after that, I was wrongly disfellowshipped (that's a longer story) as my family became a spectacle of dysfunction in our community. (... sigh...)
I was sitting there one day crying my story to a clinical counselor; telling him about how shameful it was for me to have this family that I called dysfunctional. He looked at me very puzzled and asked me why I called it 'dysfunctional'! He said EVERY family has problems. You just have some really BIG problems that you have to deal with. It would only be 'dysfunctional' if you didn't DEAL with the issues in your family. That... would be 'denial'. (Can you see the light bulb come on over my head as he said that??! LOL)
So... back to Brother and Sister "A".
As I sat there in the rubble of what used to be my family, I pondered the discussion I had with them - and realized how utterly INSANE my comments to them were. If there was ONE thing that I learned from my experience... it was that if you have a problem... you DEAL with it!
I knew then that I had some accountability that I had to face. I went over to Brother and Sister A's home... and shamefully expressed my regret over that conversation and advice that I gave them several years earlier. What I found fascinating was the grace with which they accepted my apology. They smiled and said that they KNEW that I ... just ...didn't ... understand!!
In hindsight, I think they were actually rejoicing that I was starting to see how messed up the JW message really is. It was the beginning of my enlightenment. Further, their Christian display of forgiveness (remember, I was still DF'd when I was apologizing to them) set a valuable lesson for me to stop judging others like we were taught to. I got reinstated, and stopped going to meetings shortly after that. I faded.
Brother and Sister A never go to meetings any more.
The Society taught me to be an idiot. But "I" chose to be one. It is up to me to seek forgiveness from those that I sinned against.