it is a sin to throw away your watchtowers and awakes.
you must let them build up and up and up, until you need to store them in boxes that will be places in corners of the attic or basement.
when you find them years later, still do not throw them away or you will die at armageddon!
Just a point of clarification. Virtually every piece of lit. the Society prints is 'sold' whether it ends up in attics or landfills or is placed for a contribution. The Society consigns liturature to the congs. based on a standing order and the pubs. pay for it. If the cong. gets stuck with unclaimed lit. they go before the pubs at the service meeting and tell them they are coming up short on paying the Society lit bill and the pubs kick it in.
I also had a bonfire and it was very cathartic.
hey, .
just checking if anyone in here is from ukiah.
i'm still hopefull about getting to talk to someone i knew while in the "truth" who is now out-n-free... .
Kudra, did you know any of the Hobby family?
how else can a person justify that jehovah will destroy 6 billion people, innocent children included?
i could never accept that i deserved salvation whereas almost no one else did.
it put me on permanent spiritual edge because i thought the slave is right so the doctrine of destruction must be, but my heart always knew it was wrong.
As a young man I was perplexed about this very question, especially the infants and children who would never have the opportunity to make a choice for or against the JW teachings. I brought this up to a CO once when we were out in service. His reply? "Little snakes grow up to be big snakes"
All part of my spiritual journey toward wisdom, knowledge and understanding, eh?
my dear old uncle was rather eccentric when it came to being tight with a nickel.
he had plenty of money because he never spent it.
never bought anything 'new' - cars, clothes, tools, you name it.
Only our immediate family said anything about it amongst ourselves. We all got a giggle out of it later. Everyone in the cong. knew him and he was so well liked he was given a pass. He would do anything for anyone, especially older Bros and Sisters. He's 85 now and lives in Hawaii, he never really shunned me and I love him dearly.
my dear old uncle was rather eccentric when it came to being tight with a nickel.
he had plenty of money because he never spent it.
never bought anything 'new' - cars, clothes, tools, you name it.
My dear old uncle was rather eccentric when it came to being tight with a nickel. He had plenty of money because he never spent it. Never bought anything 'new' - cars, clothes, tools, you name it. He also liked to check out the dumpsters behind stores, like he would find moldy cheese still in the package. He would rinse it with vinegar and eat it, etc.
Once he found a box of 8 1/2 X 11 heavy paper in bright florescent colors, green, yellow, pink and so forth. On one side various words like SALE! or CLEARANCE! or SUPER VALUE! were printed in big black letters at the top so the store could write in the price, etc. with a heavy marker. This paper had never been written on.
A very much loved older sister died and he was asked by the family to give the memorial service. The Hall was packed. Because the reading glasses he got at the second hand store didn't work very well he had to hold his notes up. I felt like crawling under my chair when, you guessed it, he had written his notes on the back of his florescent paper with the above words facing the audience.
through various contacts, i heard this was said by a good bethelite at a local hall dedication.
(i won't quote what was said... i don't want to give away my source.).
plans are being made to attend the deliverance convention in july.
"The Deliverance Convention"
Everbody take off 'em little panties and squeeel!
suicide is a permanent solution to a temporary problem
riverfront times, mo - 24 minutes ago .
... religious books scattered across the floor the bible and jehovah's witness literature reveal the victim may have been searching for a higher power he ...
Suicide is one of those things that should always be put off until tomorrow. Seriously, If one has ever contemplated it but didn't follow through, it's a very important life lesson to realize that seemingly hopeless situations can change almost overnight. If one is severely depressed, they should absolutely see a doctor. A lot of depression is based in brain chemistry imbalances that can be helped.
i guess that one of my first memories, about 3 years old, had to be sitting in a hard chair being made to listen to a boring talk that i didn't understand.
we weren't allowed any toys or books to look at besides the wt publications...i remember getting taken outside and beat for something i did...but i didn't even understand what i did wrong.
i remember that our car didn't have air-conditioning and during the summer how hot and sticky i was by the time i got to the kh.
I could write a book. But I'll just mention one experience.
In the early fifties we drove from Southern California in an old Mercury sedan with a homemade roof rack to New York City (3,000 miles one way) for the big assembly at Yankee Stadium. This was Mom, Dad, Sis, me, Uncle, Aunt & Cousin, that's 4 adults and 3 children. At 5 yrs and 10 mos of age, I was the oldest kid. We were very poor. Imagine making that trip today with, say, $250.00 to get you there and back, plus food and shelter for 7 people for almost two weeks. Gasoline was about 19 cents a gallon. We had an old green canvas Army surplus tent and cots and a small Kerosene stove. When the adults got tired of driving we would pull off the highway wherever we found a suitable location. Usually this was behind a big billboard. The only food we had was wheat, canned milk and brown sugar. The wheat was bought in bulk at feed stores, raw and unprocessed. The folks would roast it in an iron skillet over the kerosene burner, then they put it into an old coffee mill and ground it into a fine powder. We got about two tablespoons of wheat in a bowl with a little canned milk and a pinch of brown sugar. That's about all we ate on the whole trip. Once in awhile they would buy a watermelon at a stand and that was heaven. This was July, very hot and humid. At night I remember having to sleep completely under the blanket because the mosquitos were horrible. I think this is when a became clostrophobic! My Dad and Uncle repaired the car several times- patching innertubes and cleaning sparkplugs with an emory board. We kept a Watchtower in the back window and every so often someone would honk and wave as they passed us. When we got to New York we stayed in a Tent City in New Jersey and listened to the program piped in on loudspeakers from Yankee Stadium. It rained so much they brought in bails of straw to throw on the muddy, temporary "streets" so you could walk to the huge plywood shower/toilet structures without sinking in up to your knees in mud.
This is getting long. Maybe I'll write that book someday.
it depressed me.... while reading this article i could'nt help but to feel my self worth plummet.
it made me realize one thing about their organization.
what your place is among them.
Just like with our little dogs. When we rattle the car keys and get their leashes out they go bonkers. If we did it over and over but never took them for a drive to the park they would soon loose heart.
i was puzzled by the numerous references to this as we don't have this product in the uk , but realise (after googling) that it refers to the jonestown massacre.
the implication presumably being that jws are so dumb , they will do anything that those in authority ask them to do.
(shame this doesn't apply when i am looking for volunteers to stand in for the tms.
Yep, it's all about blind, unquestioning obedience. The term has also been applied to fervent supporters of a particular political position (usually Liberals) calling them Kool Aid drinkers.
Hey, that would make a cool avatar!
