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  She is a different person since accepting Jesus . . .

  by compound complex in

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  this morning, i was working at a home where the tv had been left on.

  i listened in but didn't watch, for the most part.

  ms. davis was flanked by her lawyer and another gentleman.

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  A point well made, SecretSlaveClass! Thanks.

  Thank you, Village Idiot, for both the editing advice and the comment about who REALLY is a Christian. You're rather smart for one so named . . .

  As a copy/content editor, I wonder sometimes if hardcopy is, in the main, easier. Fortunately, however, my three computers, in tandem, allow relatively trouble-free work when I'm on a job. Well, so far, after a lot of initial hair-pulling-invective-shouting persuasion vis-a-vis these infernal boxes. Maybe, then, it's only this forum that's quirky!

  I want to insert a happy face emoticon, but the page is rent in twain . . . what a cyber world, what a cyber world!

  THANKS!

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  She is a different person since accepting Jesus . . .

  by compound complex in

  1. jw
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  this morning, i was working at a home where the tv had been left on.

  i listened in but didn't watch, for the most part.

  ms. davis was flanked by her lawyer and another gentleman.

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  . . . organization.

  I give up trying to edit my posts. Something always goes wrong, or remains

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  She is a different person since accepting Jesus . . .

  by compound complex in

  1. jw
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  this morning, i was working at a home where the tv had been left on.

  i listened in but didn't watch, for the most part.

  ms. davis was flanked by her lawyer and another gentleman.

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  Thank you, Village Idiot, SafeAtHome, and FayeDunaway:

  Your comments are appreciated and have helped me see even more clearly into what was once a faith dear to me. Thank you, too, Village Idiot, for putting that fine point on the fluidity of language.

  The spokesman for Ms. Davis repeated, reiterated, and said again that she had accepted Jesus. Really now, what does that mean (rhetorical question)?

  Speaking of evolution and change, my baptism is different from that of younger family members: remember the good old-time religion when one was baptized in the name of the Father, the son, and the holy spirit?!?!? Are we even part of the same religion (or, formerly so)? Younger ones have become JWs in association with Jehovah's spirit-directed

  Many thanks.

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  She is a different person since accepting Jesus . . .

  by compound complex in

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  this morning, i was working at a home where the tv had been left on.

  i listened in but didn't watch, for the most part.

  ms. davis was flanked by her lawyer and another gentleman.

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  This morning, I was working at a home where the TV had been left on. I listened in but didn't watch, for the most part. Ms. Davis was flanked by her lawyer and another gentleman. One of the men stated that Ms. Davis willingly accepted jail time for her beliefs; she has become a different person since having accepted Jesus some three or four years ago.

  I have never heard it said among newbie JWs that they had accepted Jesus into their hearts and lives. I simply cannot conceive that would ever be said.

  Would the JW equivalent be that an individual, upon learning and accepting THE TRUTH, has made a personal dedication to Jehovah and begun putting on the new personality?

  Strange how each religion or grouping of similar faiths has its distinctive jargon and identifying marks.

  Your thoughts are welcome.

  Thanks!

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  Does this ever happen to you?

  by stillin in

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  not very often, something will come up that makes me get a sense of having lost something.

  maybe a television interview with a witness who does an exceptional job of explaining the kingdom preaching or something.

  maybe accolades from the medical community for their stand on blood, how that has helped some other, supposedly superior alternative to be developed.. or maybe it's just a particularly poignant meeting.

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  Thanks, stillin, for your reply.

  I appreciate this thread because our JW group here is loving and kind. I miss them terribly. Numerous times I have tried to reintegrate at the KH, but can no longer do so. It's so difficult seeing all their wonderful outings and parties (lots of them) posted on Facebook. Witnesses, in general, don't socialize with inactive JWs like me. Nevertheless, they are kind to me, especially when I've been ill.

  I do no new writing currently though I do edit for other writers and recycle through the stuff I've written here and elsewhere online for the last dozen years or so. Thank you for remembering that I write. Don't get much response to stories and poetry here.

  Best regards.

  CoCo
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  The Teacher

  by compound complex in

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  an unwelcome dawn comes creeping upward, her tendrils straddling the dark mountain so terribly near my once sweet but now quaking refuge called home of the heart.. i peer through panes that give onto a landscape of horror that, to some, appears pristine but to me is a reminder that he has been swallowed up by a wood both black and cruel.. daring to venture forth, i hear his voice .

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  .. he calls out, so faintly, begging i rescue him from a jail that holds him fast against all escape; though myself a liberated man, i cannot free the one i taught the truth.

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  Thank you, snowbird, Dumplin, Rip and The Rebel:

  I enjoyed what you wrote, The Rebel. There are times when we feel so helpless, but can we stop loving or hoping?

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  Does this ever happen to you?

  by stillin in

  1. jw
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  not very often, something will come up that makes me get a sense of having lost something.

  maybe a television interview with a witness who does an exceptional job of explaining the kingdom preaching or something.

  maybe accolades from the medical community for their stand on blood, how that has helped some other, supposedly superior alternative to be developed.. or maybe it's just a particularly poignant meeting.

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  Greetings, stillin:

  I feel the same, as though something truly wonderful has been lost forever. The "Truth" was something special when I came in, especially since I knew so many of the anointed. Many of them took a personal interest in me. It was a spiritual good time. I was proud to be a Jehovah's Witnesses.

  Now, I look back with mixed emotions since so many family followed me in, and they, along with cherished friends, remain in this bizarre mutation of a faith I once held dear.

  Thanks.

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  Relevant Poetry

  by Garrett in

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  he was down on the floor with his lips to a glass said he dreamed of a future that won't come to pass that he once strived to excel in a world so vast but why run a race when it's rigged and he's fixed in last then he mused over life is a joke and he laughed that it is what it is and he's thankful for all that he has i said well let me just pose one question and ask if you just want what you have, then why are are you sad

  she was tripping on something that was laced in her tea and she was high as a kite when she said she could see said we in the land of the free but no freedom grows and if we in a brave new world where'd the brave all go i said, hell if i know then she told me that the problem is the society everybody crippled by anxiety no one is the person that they try to be then she said, what we need are a few with a view that can bring a change through that we need less talk and more do so i said to her, what about you

  i was listening to someone give a speech something 'bout the knowledge of enlightenment he reached and as my eyes glazed over in my seat he approached and he asked if he could challenge my beliefs i said by all means have at it then he talked about the suffering and source of bad habits how the emptying of mind is the challenge and withdrawing from the world is the cure to all sadness i said that all sounds like madness why have a life and then not be alive why have a mind and then choose to be blind what you call wisdom is the fear that you hide you cannot retreat from those demons inside this is not peace, it's a mask you adorn this is not truth, it's a trap, nothing more and you're too busy running from something you can't ignore

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  Continue writing, Garrett.

  I hope to exchange more words with you at a future time. These are acutely sharp, penetrating thoughts that you have intelligently framed.

  Thank you.

  Best regards.
  

  CoCo
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  Good To Be Here

  by snowbird in

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  hello.

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  When I saw your little cabin in the sky . . .

  Love,

  Coco
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  The Teacher

  by compound complex in

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  an unwelcome dawn comes creeping upward, her tendrils straddling the dark mountain so terribly near my once sweet but now quaking refuge called home of the heart.. i peer through panes that give onto a landscape of horror that, to some, appears pristine but to me is a reminder that he has been swallowed up by a wood both black and cruel.. daring to venture forth, i hear his voice .

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  .. he calls out, so faintly, begging i rescue him from a jail that holds him fast against all escape; though myself a liberated man, i cannot free the one i taught the truth.

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  An unwelcome dawn comes creeping upward, her tendrils straddling the dark mountain so terribly near my once sweet but now quaking refuge called home of the heart.

  I peer through panes that give onto a landscape of horror that, to some, appears pristine but to me is a reminder that he has been swallowed up by a wood both black and cruel.

  Daring to venture forth, I hear his voice . . .

  He calls out, so faintly, begging I rescue him from a jail that holds him fast against all escape; though myself a liberated man, I cannot free the one I taught the truth.