Tina:
I burst out laughing when I read your post. And yes, I’ve had the same thought myself, once or twice.
But I did very much enjoy the responses to this thread.
Orangeblossom said:
“I lived most of my life filled with guilt, not for having some secret sin, but because I was not living up to the standards of the WTS. I use to look around at others in the hall and wonder how they could do it but not me. Anyway, once I read "Crisis of Conscience", the guilt left. But, I have to be honest, a void entered my life as well.”
My experience exactly after reading C of C! And it was the “void” you mentioned that I was referring to in my original post. I even thought of describing it that way myself.
Quester said:
“It is hard to put into words. Yes some people describe God's presence as love, peace--yet it
is not the normal love, peace feelings. Words are really inadequate to describe it.”
Yes, it IS hard to put into words, but I see you knew exactly what I was talking about. Could shared experiences like this prove that more is going on that an over active imagination?
Proplog2 said:
“The really scary thing is that JW's are governed by men who believe the feeling they experience really is some special anointing. If there really is a God, would he allow the only evidence of his special choice to be something so abstract and similar to psychosis?”
Yes, it IS scary isn’t it? Especially since that “feeling” that guides them so often takes them in the WRONG direction – to the detriment of many.
But what I wanted to say to Tina was that many of us need something more in our lives then is available from conventional means. That’s what drives these religious quests. My favorite book in the bible has always been Ecclesiastes – as it’s one of the few that I find real human feelings in, feelings that we all can identify with and that transcends time and circumstance. Like Solomon, we’ve all wrestled with the question of a purpose in life. What conclusion are we to come to that is adequately satisfying? Maybe there isn’t one. But what was described by some of the posters here was the sense of something larger then ourselves, something outside of our immediate existence, that served, if only for a brief period, to quell that inner turmoil that questions the futility of it all.
I enjoyed everyone’s thoughts very much.
Copernicus