Now that I'm older, I can imagine they were thinking how Jehovah had provided for them! Actually, Jehovah hadn't provided a damn thing. As usual.
Lisa, I thought your story was hilarious, but also very revealing and with a touch of irony, pathos etc. to it. I seem to remember, you posted this story before, or has this post been brought back to the top.
In the hungry thirties, part of a large family, myself and my siblings were picked up each Sunday by an evangelical pastor who had the use of a large furniture truck to pick up country kids and haul them to Sunday school. Our "old man" irreligious, into booze and gambling, thought he would show some appreciation to the lady pastor and give her a pound of homemade butter, prepared from the cream of our only cow. (Us kids grew up on skim milk, cream was for butter).
When Ms. Rev Pastor, while loading us into the back of the truck, received the gift of butter, she, clapping her hands together, gushed , Praise the Lord, yak, yak yak.
Later, after returning from Sunday school, our "old man" was still brooding, mumbling because God got the thanks for the gift, and he did not receive any acknowledgement for his donation.
So too, with the Watch Tower. They establish difficult burning situations for their flock, and do not lift a finger, or accept collect calls in emergencies, and when someone else comes along and snatches the persons out of the trying circumstances. They say, you see, Jehovah takes care of his own, arn't you happy we introduced you to Him.
belbab, also remembering.