I hated this photo - a kid dressed up in a suit.
It reminded me of a 'sister' who came running to me a couple of years ago...
Knowing that I was not going to meetings, somehow she thought it was a good idea to visit and tell me just how much she hated the meetings, the so called fellowship and how her child had broken down several times at the misery of having to stand up and give a bible reading in ministry school, and how he couldn't bear thinking that his classmates would die in a horrid way (see WT illustrations) at Armageddon - she couldn't bear what it was doing to him.
I listened but didn't add too much fuel to the fire at the time - I had my own thoughts and concerns. But it hit me that this dear little man was in such turmoil - yet if you met him, he seemed like a happy, sunny kind of kid.
Apparently, what she could bear in the long term was the financial goodies of being married to an uber wealthy born in husband.
Fuck the misery that she 'professed' to have had as a young witness growing up, and the ongoing misery she 'professed' to have as an adult - and worse still, the turmoil that her son was experiencing as he tried to work out how to live in a world of angry, back biting dysfunctional adults who dressed up nice, and then went to spread the good news that unless you became one of them, you'd be bird food.
I can think of too many lovely kids, dressed up like performing monkies, sold a Caleb or Sophia badge, sent out with the same pile of lies as we were - and voila, you have a young Christian.
My God, there has to be a better way.