This organization is not even close to what it was in the 50-60-70s. My mother became one studying the Let God Be Found True. She stopped Christmas etc. My father was so beside himself that he moved us from San Pedro CA to Baudette MN. Epic fail. There was a teeny cong. we met in one of the farm outbuildings and sat on wooden benches. It was freezing. I went to a one room school house. My mother went ahead to tell the school room that I would not be participating in almost anything. Went over like a lead balloon. No friends in school. He couldn't make it on the farm and so he got a job with Boeing in Seattle. Once again my mom went out door to door to explain blah blah blah. result. no friends. At the time I really felt lonely except when I read William Farley's books. My best friends were always my dog or cat. In school I was the weird one that sat in the hallway during parties etc. You couldn't get a break. You had to prepare for each of the 5 meetings then go. There were 2 girls in my cong but they very exclusive. The thing I remember the most is being lonely and hopeless. A lot of shit had to happen b4 I would have my pet Lion and that would take time.....a lot of time. I filled my time with books, fishing, riding a horse, my mom would drop me off at the lake at 8am on her way to work and then pick me
My mother died waiting for her big "I told you so" moment of armegeddon.