One particular "special" drive to get us all auxiliary pioneering turned out to be a month of rain, lots of it.
So, I had my first taste of meeting at the KH and writing letters to "not at homes".
We brought our own paper, envelopes and stamps....and copied letters one after the other.
I looked around at the morning group, as we did our best handwriting, and I just KNEW this was wrong on so many levels. We were fleshing out our time, that's what it was all about. And it wasn't even about fellowship, as everyone quietly got on with their work and my occasional comments (which I thought were funny!!) were met in smiling silence, but not encouraged any further for chat.
So, the next time we all sat down, the Presiding Overseer was joining us. At the table, I asked if anyone had thought of word processing the letters, printing them out...and then we could just hand sign, with a brief sentence or two, to add the personal touch which seemed to be the argument as for why we were handwriting.
Clearly, it was not appreciated that a friendly good suggestion was put out there.....
This was yet another time where I felt the dark thud in my heart -because from the JW perspective, there are people out "there" who are going to DIE - where was our true urgency? In that room, I felt a certain chilled callousness about our work, sending tracts containing worrying illustrations and things, with no thought for the mental health of those who might receive them, or how their personal circumstances were when they opened the envelope.
And I DID feel that the personal handwritten touch was indeed creepy, and not something that a non-believer would feel very comfortable with.
Seemed to me, a word processed letter hand signed by a sister or brother was a nicer way - but no.
Oh no, no, no. It was all about getting in the hours. Madness, dont you think.