shopaholic ...
why did they consider you a fraud?
this doesn't happen for no reason.
To put a long story short and as OTWO summed it up onetime, someone messed up my paperwork. I served abroad for a few years. Came back to the States but to the warmer parts where a good pioneer friend had recently relocated. I was fine while I was in a foreign language congo but after almost 3 years, I transferred to a different language group that was hosted by an english congregation. That's when all Sheol broke lose. They also claimed I never served abroad even though I showed them all my papers including my missionary id granted by the other country and copies of my consulate papers. But you wanna what gets me, one brother said he thought it was very strange that my KH in the other country didn't have an address or a phone. He's obviously never been outside of the US or to rural America! I told the brothers to call the branch in the other country or to write them, the address is in the back of the bible!
Like Inactive, I tried very hard to get within the good graces of the congregation. It didn't work. The brother said I should go elsewhere and I did but a letter followed me and the same thing started at this third congregation. So the elders from my first cong (the non-english) contacted me and told me that they believed me and that I was welcome to come back there...this after I've moved to a new place to be closer to help out the little language group.
There are so many little strange details to this story...like the brothers asked if I ever went to pioneer school and at the next meeting I brought them my class picture and my book. The brother asked did I take the notes and I said "Yes"...then he asked me to write something to verify it was my writing. I'm not kidding. In the past, I've only told the jest of the story because I knew that I would be treated like Inactive, people wouldn't believe me.
I don't know if Inactive is telling the truth or not, all I know is that her story is NOT hard for ME to believe. I personally cried almost everyday for a few months and felt like I wanted to die if I couldn't be a pioneer in the org. I continued to put in pioneer hours and went out with the morning group although I had to work alone and during this time people would continue to shun me. If I walked up to a group of folks talking they would just walk away...LOL...I can laugh about it now because I see the absurdity in it all. Then the brothers would ask if that was really my time or if I was generously estimating my time on my slip. Then one night as I was getting ready for the TMS school, I couldn't go...I just couldn't bring myself to do it...and all those doubts that I fought to suppress came back up but I forced myself into the car but ended up at the mall. Then Sunday came...I got dressed and said I'm not going to let them get between me and my God, I got in the car with all intentions of going to the meeting but I ended up at the mall...after all they did recommend that I go elsewhere.