This will give you both sides, UTC:
https://www.jehovahs-witness.com/topic/121732/professional-artist-observes
i remember about 5 years ago reading on another site about subliminal images in wt literature.
i honestly thought it a load of bs until i checked out one glaringly obvious image of a creepy skull in clouds within the knowledge book.
i was shocked and even showed my wife at the time who thought it was creepy.. so my question is why?
This will give you both sides, UTC:
https://www.jehovahs-witness.com/topic/121732/professional-artist-observes
anybody remember the 8 day 1969 international convention.
i was at the braves stadium in atlanta all 8 days with a sunburn and then wet clothes after the rain storms.
if you were there (not necessarily in atlanta) do you remember anything about it?
Thanks, ShirleyW, for the confirmation.
Sometimes I wonder if I'm running all these events together!
anybody remember the 8 day 1969 international convention.
i was at the braves stadium in atlanta all 8 days with a sunburn and then wet clothes after the rain storms.
if you were there (not necessarily in atlanta) do you remember anything about it?
Yankee Stadium, with minimus.
I was 21 and at Bethel. We had to work so got here early early and left late late -- on the subway! One day it rained and we were all (100,000-plus) stuck inside. Couldn't get to restrooms or food.
On Sunday the crowd expanded out onto the playing field.
WHAT A SHOUT OF PRAISE TO JEHOVAH!
OH! We had to go door-to-door in Queens to find rooms for conventioneers. Not a highlight of my life.
i would pick this one https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=th2w6oxx0kq.
i don't know how so many are happy or fine if thinking this life is it.
haven't lost parents yet, but when with them, sometimes i'll think of this song.
Not so much the lyrics but the melancholy tune. It really gets to me:
i'll share mine first.... i had never missed a memorial for at least a quarter of a century of my life.
i was kind of raised to believe that missing the memorial was a sin in itself.. by 2013 memorial season, i was missing most of my meetings (even though i was still technically part of my foreign language congregation), and i had just come off the pioneer list.
i still made plans to attend the memorial (god forbid if i missed that lol).. i knew that typically our memorials were around 9 pm, since we usually got last priority (being a foreign language hall and all).
This was my first Memorial deliberately missed. I missed one over 35 years ago when ill, but the elders came to my home afterwards to give me the highlights. About 18 years ago I was asked to leave on that occasion.
If I may tell you about My Most Memorable Memorial?
I was an elder and gave the talk. My entire family attended and, during the passing of the emblems, my mother partook. First time ever and thereafter until she died.
Was it the emotion of seeing and hearing her son give this most solemn discourse? Was it her Catholic upbringing stirring her spiritual yearnings?
Dad sure was upset . . .
almost 15000 view.
my acquaintance reverse witnessed his relatives showing this video,and they pledged they never donate www again.. https://youtu.be/_adktmq-rba.
Welcome back, yoko!
We've missed you!
so everyone is supposed to get all excited about the invitation work starting tomorrow, according to the announcement from the platform.. maybe this makes sense if you're giving out invitations in the city where the convention is, but what if you're many hours away?.
a huge part of western canada is scheduled to attend edmonton alberta this july.
so how does that go over giving out invitations in winnipeg, about a 13 hour drive(that's just driving time).. i know some are actually planning on flying there, so i can't see getting excited about getting the public to make the trek.. i was curious how this is going over in other areas?.
"There was an invitation folded neatly in my door. No one buzzed the bell or knocked on the door.They Just stuck it in the screen door and moved on... The convention is 2 hrs away." -- Toshibabadu
Covering the territory, reaching as many potential attenders as possible.
I remember dear Sister Kraker, an anointed sister at Brooklyn Bethel, wife of equally diminutive but robust Simon, also of the anointed remnant. They were both devoted and enthusiastic Witnesses. Sister K. worked in the subscription department. She held up a yellow Awake! subscription blank and told me that little piece of paper represented the possibility, the hope of someone's coming into THE TRUTH.
She was so sincere; I, too, felt that the smallest gesture -- naming Jehovah's name, giving out a handbill to a stranger, inviting someone to the KH -- would produce monumental results.
Certainly, there were results . . .
we all need to earn a living.... so just curious, what is the worst type of work or job you have ever had to do?.
Shrink Wrap Department, Brooklyn Bethel.
When I gave my month's notice, I was demoted to the bowels of a factory building. I was depressed because I didn't really want to leave, but my work as a proofreader at Bethel and foreign language "missionary" in the congregation put me over the brink. So, sadness and a BORING job was the worst scenario I recall at the moment.
I should have been a house cleaner along with the Bethel sisters. I began cleaning as a wee tot, of my own volition, and started my own cleaning business after NY. Cleaning -- you're born loving it, or . . .
Oh, yeah -- there's more. I remember a disorganized and messy family asking for help moving. They had to be out by the end of the weekend. A crew of us arrived early Saturday morning and the family had packed nothing. Closets, cabinets, rooms were overflowing with junk and clothes and all the usual household stuff.
What a nightmare. But jobs, like nightmares, eventually end.
Or, do they?!?!?!?
Beautiful, stan!
Thank you very much, indeed!
Ladies are so good at multitasking. Me? Not a chance. One thing at a time, of itself, is a challenge.
MissFit:
Looking forward to your workplace garden!
Thanks, MissFit:
I will post more . . . soon!
Have a beautiful day, enjoying someone else's garden.