I always feel nauseated when I see incredibly old and infirm brothers and sisters supposedly going out on the work. The agonizingly slow exit from the car as a walker is put in place for them to grasp and shuffle to a door. The panting and sweating and the complicated ritual of somehow getting a magazine or pamphlet out of their bags (this is usually done by the younger sister who is accompanying the elderly one) This example of infirmity and the "dedication" being shown to us younger ones is well designed to create guilt at the very least. For..." If sister Bridget can go out on the work with her cancer and her hip replacement only a few months behind her. And if sister Bridget can struggle through this exhausting process in order to bring the truth to someone. Then you have no excuses to hold up to the society. You are selfish and lazy. You are not applying yourself with all of your heart are you?
I have seen this so often within the congregations that I have attended and I wonder at the indignity of it all. I must sound harsh but really, it makes me think of pilgrimages on hands and knees to some sacred site. I seems to be all for show and as a means of publishing the societies expectations toward all who can still walk without aids. No excuses allowed.
By the way, I am not a young person by any stretch of the imagination. So this is not a rant about youth versus age. It's just an observation about how far a group people will go to make a name for themselves.
Imagine the horror some of the householders must feel upon opening the door and seeing this woman who can hardly stand up. It's a summer morning and the sun is already stinking hot. How must they, the householders feel when confronted by this sort of "witnessing".