One thing that this thread makes clear is the IMPORTANCE of "last straws."
Without them, where would we be? Nathan Natas
I had already been that mule hit in the head with a 2X4 over the debacle of daring to marry a non-baptized interested person. It was an insignificant incident that settled the matter of should I go, or should I stay.
Terry was living in California and came to Texas for a short vacation. Through a series of coincidences (otherwise I wouldn?t have known he was in town) a group of us were able to hook up for his visit. As none of us had seen each other for several years it was decided we would meet at a local steakhouse convenient to all.
We were in various degrees of separation from the organization, except one brother and his wife. I believe the brother had become an elder. Sitting over several tables from us was Cullen Davis, a local wealthy businessman, who had been involved in a notorious scandal of murder for hire, against his wife and a district judge. Terry wanted to know who the hell Cullen Davis was. During the course of the explanation the brother pontificated on the matter: Mr. Davis got away with it, and not just because his lawyer was Race Horse Haynes, because he had found God. Seems Mr. Davis joined a local televangelist church. He and his pastor took a sledgehammer to Davis? demonized nick-knacks; it was on the news and everything. Anyway the brother made it clear Davis was a hypocrite of the worst kind and should have fried.
While we were at the cash register there was some confusion and the brother was able to leave without paying his tab. In the parking lot he bragged about it. My ?worldly? wife was scandalized, believe she called him: Mr. Goody-two-shoes the thief. On the way home I laughed about it and said I would have done the same thing. Kathy said: no you wouldn?t, I wouldn?t have let you. I?m so glad I married a conscience, kept me out of a lot of trouble.
Now here?s the thing. As a card carrying, bible thumping Jehovah?s Witness I would have done the same thing, bolted for the nearest door, fast as I could. The brother said it himself: it was their mistake, not mine (Kathy had called him on it) and that?s when it hit me. Jehovah?s Witness (not all mind you) are like a pack of wild dogs praying on the weak, even among ?the friends?, always looking for the hook and then wrapping themselves in the cloak of the WTBTS to justify whatever it is they do.
Seems I was the last straw. After that I took some time and examined myself, what I wanted and expected out of life and the direction I should go, in all things I was doing, or would do. Here?s to last straws may they ever shine as a guide to lead us, oh and by the way, it doesn?t hurt to have a good woman by your side. Happy Mother?s Day Ladies!!