We've been expecting it since the Memorial, and I was hoping it would come by registered mail so
I could refuse it, but NOOOOOO, it comes in a normal first class envelope. Actually, I thought it
was our roofing estimate until I opened it.
We are "invited" to explain our alledged "apostate" sticker on our mailbox. We were feeling so
frustrated that I got a bumper sticker from Randy Watters and put it on there. It has generated
ALOT of interest, plus we finally had to put a No Trespassing sign up to stop the Witnesses from
constantly hounding us.
Anyway, our daughter is having her first birthday celebration (she will be 4) on that day, so I
guess they will have to hold it without us. We never had any intention of going, anyway.
I had wanted to start writing articles to expose the witnesses and send them to our local papers,
and now I'm kicking myself for not doing it, because it will probably look vindictive now. However,
that is something I STILL will be doing, as we don't recognize the elders' authority, and honestly,
there is a need inside of me to let the world know about the Ray Franzs and Barbara Andersons of
this world.
I just wanted to let this out, because no matter how well-prepared I was for this, I still started
shaking when I read the letter, but it wasn't because of fear, anger, or residual love of the congregation.
It was more like the rush of adrenaline for battle. Finally, the culmination and official end to all
the years of total B.S.
Thanks for letting me vent. Now I'm off to figure out a fitting letter to the editor!!!!
Teresa