Hello everyone,
I've been reading many threads here in the past few days. Feels good to know other people think like me. I'll give you a little background on me. I'll try to be brief.
I was born into the catholic religion. At age 7 my mother became a JW. She took me and my two sisters with her. My dad was an "opposer" for about 5 years until my mother caught him cheating on her for the ump-teenth time. As a condition of her not divorcing him, he had to become a JW. He agreed.
Now here we are, a "happy" christian family. Only my dad never really became "spiritually strong". My parents marraige remained unhappy. The elders always put the blame on my mom. If you ask me, she should have left him.
I was baptized at age 12. I was an "exemplary" youth and was given many privelages in the congregation. It wasn't until I was about 16 that I started to have doubts.
Being that I was the "ring-leader" of the youths in the congregation, the elders became bent on making an example out of me. Harrasing me about my haircuts, dress, and shaving. They thought my hair was too long, then too short. My suits were too trendy... and my newly grown "peach fuzz" needed to be shaved. That was just the beggining. I have tons of strories that will have to wait for another time. None of that made sense to me, so being the "bad-ass" that I am, I questioned them. From that moment on, nothing was ever the same.
I abandoned the idea that everything the elders said was right. That they had direction from JAH. I began to feel the were just uneducated fools, holding onto a meaningless position of power in the organization, because they were too dumb to advance anywhere else. They recognized that and tried to keep me quiet. They didn't have a chance to act, though, as I just walked away from the organization. I know they were dying to disfellowship me, as the stirred up dirt on me every way they could. Finally they found out about an experience I had with a few sisters from another congregation. They tried to set up a judicial comittee and wrote letters to me requiring me to attend. I never even responded. It was irrelevant. I could care less about "being punished".
Fast forward to a year ago. My father is on his death bed. He slips into a coma, but we all continue talking to him, and my mother (who is now divorced from him, though adultary was not involved... go figure) plays kingdom melodies. I came to the point that I wanted him to just let go and stop fighting death. So I said to him "Dad, look over there. There's paradise. Lets rest and we'll go together in the morning". I would say he died about ten minutes later. I've hated myself for saying that, feeling strongly that I lied to him.
As a result, I now feel to need to gather as much information as is required to rescue the rest of my family from holding on to a false hope. I think I have a seed planted with the year Jeruselem fell. My mom and uncle can't find 607. That's another story for later.
I only have two problems now. First my mother in holding on to the "composite sign" in 1914. And secondly, she will eventually ask, as I am now asking... What now? WTS is false, but what is true?