have you guys noticed, this year 2023 no more public edition magazines...i wonder how they are gonna spin that fact.
So no more dropping stacks of them at the laundromat then? When I grew up in the seventies, it was a crime to get in the car without having my book bag organized. Meaning, Awake by week in front ready to pull out a copy. Watchtower behind Awake, most recent copies offered first. Older dates in back, treated as not as valuable. We just tried to unload them on anybody.
Me, one Saturday morning: I got all A's on my report card! Mom: Ack, you don't have your book bag ready!
in the latest copy of the elders textbook someone kindly made available to us on this website, i see that "independently organized meetings for spiritual feeding" are still not allowed.
no wonder because independent research would let the scales fall from the eyes.. the gb still insisting that they are guided by the (always lower case) holy spirit and the bible!!
not that the rank and file members need the bible or holy spirit themselves because they are fed through meetings, conventions, assemblies, jw broadcasting and the publications.
Oh the horror! People getting together to discuss the Bible. Seems like Jesus would have approved of that.
december 25, 2020. to selected bodies of elders assigned to the covid-19.
re: adjustments to arrangements for meeting family food needs during the covid-19 pandemic.
dear brothers:.
This is disgusting. At my church, we don't say no funds will go towards food for those needing it. No, we have a Benevolence fund for our members needing help and we collect food and money for rent assistance and for food banks. That's what Christians do. And then there's Watchtower. I don't know what you'd call them!
for myself i just try to avoid them intentionally maybe see them once every couple of years on average.
they used to be easy going but over the last 10 years or so they got more cult like and distant and i'm really not bothered by that, maybe a bit.
they stick to their own or other members like they are their family so, its makes it unattractive for myself to connect and reach out to them anymore.
I'm not sure there's too much worse a feeling than knowing your own mother doesn't want to see you.I reach out to her every day asking how she's doing because she's eighty five, and she makes sure to tell me "The Friends" are taking good care of her. She was hospitalized and didn't even tell me. None of "The Friends" did either. Recently, she was in the hospital again, and didn't bother to tell me she was back home. While I worried, she was having "The Friends" in and out and didn't give me a thought. I'm her only child.
My crime? I don't agree with JW teachings. Never arrested or had legal problems, always had a good job, nice home, responsible, courteous, tax paying, give to charity. But I'm saved and born again as a follower of Jesus so she doesn't need me around. I feel like I keep kissing her butt wanting a relationship with my mother. I sent her a letter asking to clear the air so we could be a real mother and daughter. She ignored the letter.
Honestly, I don't have a handle on how to deal with these people. Reaching out like normal people do doesn't work. They don't seem interested in meeting you half way.
Does anyone know if they're on the warpath again about shunning their family?
http://www.startribune.com/jehovah-s-witnesses-accused-of-mishandling-abuse-in-montana/493779331/.
helena, mont.
— two women who say they were sexually abused as children have alleged that the jehovah's witnesses failed to report their abuser to authorities in montana and instead punished him internally by expelling him from the congregation until he repented the following year.. a trial begins monday in the tiny city of thompson falls for one of dozens of lawsuits filed nationwide in the last decade over claims of child sexual abuse in jehovah's witness congregations.
Wow, go Ms. Kathleen! And to think I wasn't al!owed to go to law school because The End was scheduled for 1975. 🔚🔜
https://jwglossary.blogspot.com/2018/09/to-all-bodies-of-elders-handling-cases.html.
to all bodies of elders "handling cases of drug abuse".
september 1, 2018. to all bodies of elders re: handling cases of drug abusedear brothers: as noted below, the procedure for handling the misuse of marijuana and the abuse of medi- cal, illicit, or addictive drugs has been adjusted to harmonize with the procedure for handling the misuse of tobacco.
What if a medical doctor prescribes a blood transfusion?
what were some funny experiences you had of things that happened during talks at the meetings?.
a few of mine:.
- a brother had dyed his hair before his talk and it was raining heavily when he arrived at the hall and the dye was running down his face during his talk and his skin went more and more grey as the black dye ran down it.
I was besties with another elder's daughter. She was pre-teen and hadn't yet become tall and willowy. In other words, she was chubby. At home they called her Shelly-Belly. So she puts up her hand to comment and her father said, " Yes, let's hear from Little Sister Shelly-Belly! Oops.
We had a guest speaker one Sunday. I was sooo bored and had time on my hands. I sneaked up on the stage and placed several sharp thumb tacks on the guest speaker's chair. When he sat down, he yelped and jumped back up. My dad knew immediately it was me. I had to sit in the back and pretend to be disfellowshipped for about a month.
We had a few sisters trip and fall on the little steps going up on stage. Very funny though, when the high heel flies off and she's hopping on one shoe and one stocking foot trying to grab it.
i personally have a very distinct sense of style and fashion which many of the fellow jdubs frown upon.
recently, i was told by a few specially self righteous ones that i looked like a prostitute in a pair of white boots!
a pair of 3 inch heeled, just a little taller than the ankle boots, with skirt that came down to my knees and a black long sleeve shirt that came up to my collarbone.
I got in trouble because my knees were on show when I sat down at a cult meeting. I was told to put my coat over my legs.
When I was a teen and my father was a shining rising elder, before I could get in the car to go to meetings, he made me slowly turn all the way around so he could inspect my panty hose for runs. That made me a nervous wreck, because there was seldom money to buy me new ones. He always "needed" a new suit or new black leather shoes because he had a talk out of town.
Finding winter coats was always a project. The ones I liked weren't always "suitable" for field service. I had to get stuck with something long and ugly. Shoes had to be pre-approved my dad, then he would "give" my mom money and permission to buy them for me.
Good times growing up.
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my father would have started college 49 years ago this week.
about three months earlier, the week he graduated high school, the awake!
magazine came out with some very clear direction to teenagers.
So, what ever became of the people who quit their jobs or sold their homes? I'd love to see some of their experiences and to know how things turned out. What are their lives like? What were their emotions, say in July 1976?
my father would have started college 49 years ago this week.
about three months earlier, the week he graduated high school, the awake!
magazine came out with some very clear direction to teenagers.
Here is a tale of two classmates, graduating high school in 1977. One girl followed her interests and went to law school.
Girl #2, me, was told she could not go to law school, even though my worldly grandfather offered to pay for my college and I really, really wanted to go.
So now, in 2018, girl #1 got her juris doctor years ago and is nearing retirement from her law practice. She's got a nice life and a nice family, law abiding daughters in college now. What in the world is wrong with that?
I was lucky to have a good career making a similar amount of salary as girl #1, my classmate. The difference is, she got to fulfill her dreams, doing what she loved, while I just had a career that paid the bills but didn't intrigue me or use the brain God gave me to help others. Why? Because of that vile magazine and the vicious spiteful men who sold it to our parents as what was best for us. No apologies have been made by the magazine writers, or by my parents, who won't even talk about it.
Robbing a child of their interests, a chance use their talents, and snuffing out that sparkle in their eyes is a terrible thing. Who knows what we could've done, or what we could've been if encouraged and supported like normal parents do?
No, I'm turning sixty next month, and I am far from over this.
