Snakes,
thanks for asking. I’ve been thinking about updating this thread. Things have
been busy lately. Our family met up in Washington, D.C. for Father’s Day
weekend and then my daughter, her fiancee and our grandson came back to
Connecticut with us for an extended visit. They live and work in Guatemala City
and were having trouble getting the paperwork straight to get married down
there, so we had a whirlwind wedding here. It was fantastic! They were already
a family, but this made it official. Her husband is Irish-born retired special forces
and is a really great guy.
I hesitated to give an update
before now because I had only had contact with fringe witnesses—either the
mostly-inactive-over-the-years type who might not know about an announcement or
the do-your-own-thing sort of JW. The one sister that I still see socially knows
I am “inactive” with no plans of going back. She believes I am committing
spiritual suicide by associating with my disfellowshipped son, but that it’s my
choice. She says she has plenty of friends that aren’t witnesses. She suffers
extreme cognitive dissonance, but that’s a whole other topic.
After a conversation I had a
couple of weeks ago, I can definitively say that they did not announce my name
from the platform. I spoke at length with a born-in full-time pioneer. (Actually, she is the one that turned my son in to the elders which led to his being DF'd!) She
pleaded with me to “come back to Jehovah.” She thought I had been “stumbled.” I
told her my decision to leave was an ethical one and that I disagree with certain
organizational policies and procedures, both locally and at the Branch. I told her I didn’t want to go into
that and risk damaging her faith in some way. (I honestly don’t think it is my
place to openly “un-witness” to a staunch, believing witness. Unless they have doubts
and are searching for answers, it won’t likely do any good and will only serve to reinforce
their belief. This is not to say that I don’t try to plant seeds of doubt when appropriate.) Of
course, she gave me the line that “men are imperfect” and pleaded some more. I
told her that I love and miss “the friends”, but I am happy with my decision
and my life and changed the topic to catching up like old friends.
It was interesting to me that
this pioneer had been to her R.C. and didn’t feel a need to shun me because I’m
“inactive.” We have only celebrated Christmas in Guatemala so far, and I have
blocked all known JWs from my Facebook page, so maybe I haven’t been outed as
an unbelieving “apostate” yet. No need to break the uneasy detente that is in
place. I say uneasy, because even though I’m glad that I severed ties with the
organization, I still get a kick in the gut when I have any interaction with
former “friends.”
Last weekend I ran into a couple
that my son and I were close to. In fact, they gave my son and then DIL their
engagement party in their home. The husband is a long-time faded JW. His Dad
and step mother walked away first, and then he faded. This all had happened
before I walked away. The wife was quite cool to me when we first started chatting,
but she warmed up by the end of the conversation. I did a little Facebook
stalking and found out that she plays drums in a band with her hubby who is the
lead singer. They play at local bars, fairs and farmers’ markets. I hoped that
maybe she was out too, but she is still Facebook friends with elders,
ministerial servants and pioneers, so she’s probably still in, but living her
life the way she chooses. This couple is in their mid-thirties.
So that’s my update. It will
be interesting to see how the local elders react should we meet. That hasn’t happened
yet. Fortunately, all but one or two don’t live in the local “territory.” They
have been imported to “assist” the local congregations. Ours is a small New
England rural town with no real jobs, high housing costs and high taxes—not the
sort of place that draws the average JW. Everyone is related to everyone else,
and there is a lot of nepotism and in-fighting in and between the two local
congregations, so the C.O.s are always sending in new blood. They have
installed a revolving door at the KH! Fun times I so don’t miss!
Diane, aka Sail Away