The Longest Hour in the Life of a Young JW

by TMS 42 Replies latest jw friends

  • MungoBaobab
    MungoBaobab

    Those damn closing DC talks. HEY! There was a Christian rock group called DC Talks, wasn't there? Anyway, I meant to talk about the closing prayers. Anyone else ever get dizzy standing there with your head down and eyes closed? Or maybe I was just hoping to drop dead.

  • under74
    under74

    kaykay-
    "With that damned blue brochure. at least I didn't have to open my mouth a whole lot. I just whipped it out (I made a funny)."

    I remember the blue brochure, but my mom wouldn't always get them even though she knew I'd cry....

  • dh
    dh
    waiting in line at the district convention to use the womens bathroom...

    Yeah, what was that all about, there were always queues outside the women's bathroom!

    For me the longest hour was waiting for my dad to finish doing the congregation accounts after thursday meetings... we never got home much before 10.30pm.

  • Wolfgirl
    Wolfgirl

    Oh god...the family study. NONE of us wanted to sit there and study. It never lasted regularly in our family.

  • Wallflower
    Wallflower

    Waiting outside the second ministry school room at the hall, early on a Saturday morning, to be called in for your own JC hearing, not knowing what was happening or what to expect.

  • wannaexit
    wannaexit

    For me it was the family study. I dreaded it.

    For a while we studied the "all scripture inspired".

    My father was very proud the I could explain the "deep" things in that book.

    I was only 10

  • new light
    new light

    How about that hour when you'd lie awake in bed on Saturday morning hoping your parent(s) would sleep in or forget to go out in service?

  • Angharad
    Angharad
    How about that hour when you'd lie awake in bed on Saturday morning hoping your parent(s) would sleep in or forget to go out in service

    .... while praying for heavy rain

  • Nosferatu
    Nosferatu

    I have to agree with the last closing prayer at the convention. I'm thinking (man, shut the f up already and let me go home so I can masturbate thinking about that hot sister)

    As a young child, the longest hour was when my mother would make me sit in on her bible study. I dreaded seeing Sister Studywithmymom come in the door.

    The family study wasn't all that horrible. We'd sit there and read the bible only. My parents made me quit using my cool 1961green bible because there were significant differences between that and the boring black ones from 1982.

  • willyloman
    willyloman

    How about the hour spent driving to the circuit assembly at which you're going to be baptized because your parents keep telling you it's time and you have no idea what it means except it will apparently make them happy and get them off your freakin' back?

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