Having grown in the 80s when 1914 was still thought as fact, I never imagined that I’d finish high school before Armageddon. By the time they got to changing the meaning of the word generation, we were in the mid 90s and everyone was expecting it. It wasn’t a surprise. By than, many people, like me, didn’t believe in that prophecy anyway and saw the organization’s willingness to change as a good thing. I rationalized my faith on the thought that the JWs were the closest to what the Christians were in the first century. I didn’t see where else I could go and so I stayed.
I imagine that a lot of JWs are in this spot right now. They already don’t believe in it and when they drop it, it will be a small talk in a convention, and they will carry on to the Sunday drama like nothing happened. People will stay thinking they are in the best religion.
In my case, that bubble burst when my kids started repeating things we talked about at home. I realized that if my kids ever told anyone about how their father didn’t believe in the prophecies, that I could be disfellowshipped for apostacy. Worst, the religion I grew up in would, in time, instruct my own children to shun me. How could a love-based organization treat a father like this, for something as petty as not teaching frivolous believes? This practice alone proved that the religion is not based on Christian love; it will step over your Christian conscience attempting to survive and there is nothing Christian about that. That’s not love. So, without prophecies and without love, I ran out of excuses to stay there. I left, along with my wife and kids.