This has been previously posted, but maybe its time to post it again.
Sinning against Yahweh.
It was one of those dreary bush towns of the Aussie outback. It was my first special pioneer assignment. And it was one of those assignments that are almost guaranteed to kill any spirituality you may ever have possessed. It was known as the graveyard of pioneers.
A previous special pioneer had married the town drunk. My predecessor had left after 3 months, in spiritual disgrace, I did not know why. His partner had promptly left also, ostensibly because, as he told the Society, he'd run out of money. Sine he came from a spiritually well-connected family, they gave him leave to earn some money. He travelled back to this town with me on the night train.
It was one of those dreary bush towns of the Aussie outback. It was my first special pioneer assignment. And it was one of those assignments that are almost guaranteed to kill any spirituality you may ever have possessed. It was known as the graveyard of pioneers.
A previous special pioneer had married the town drunk. My predecessor had left after 3 months, in spiritual disgrace, I did not know why. His partner had promptly left also, ostensibly because, as he told the Society, he'd run out of money. Sine he came from a spiritually well-connected family, they gave him leave to earn some money. He travelled back to this town with me on the night train.
We arrived early in the morning. Some of the local youth (not witnesses) were on theplatform. They knew my new partner, "Hey", said one, " Is M** (my predecessor) still screwing the (name) bitch." My new partner passed it off without a glance at me.
We waited for a taxi to take us out of town to the accommodation he had previously used. No one else wanted it. A single room. My doubts surfaced when I saw the place. No bathroom, no toilet. We did it the Israelite way, (grin). I should've swallowed my theocratic pride at that moment and departed also. Five predecessors had been disfellowshipped or left the truth.
The small congregation had one large family who had been 'zealots' back in the day of the Judge. Another Sister had lived in a grey world of depression from the time her only son died, when she refused a blood transfusion for him, and the whole town turned against her. The brothers had told her not to worry, Armageddon would be here soon, and to think of her joy when Yahweh or Jesus brought him back to life. She later committed suicide. What does a 19 y.o. kid know when it comes to dealing with those problems.
After 3 days, my partner left again. For a week he said. A week that became near 10. He included a trip to Brisbane to inspect a girl that I'd told him I liked. He later married her. They were divorced before I left the 'way.' But his magazine quota kept coming, as well as my own. The circus servant came and went also. I asked him what to do with my partner's magazines? "Why, place them, of course." he snapped, as an answer to my question.
I paint this background to this theocratic assignment so you may understand why a young man may want to pull his d**k, by way of diversion from the overwhelming greyness of a town like this.
My partner was back on one of his increasingly rare visits, to tell me that he was going for good. I felt frustrated and in need of good a f**k, when he told me. But that was hard to organize being a ‘good’ Jw, and I realised that I'd have to make do with a good p*ll.
No privacy in the single room we called home. I made an excuse, I needed to have a good think and walked along the dirt road that led to the next town, then off the road, into some scrub. Found a spot I thought private, unzipped and set to work. A snapping twig broke my concentration. I quickly zipped up, to find my partner approaching. Sh*t!
I asked why he followed me? I thought you may kill yourself, he said without a smile. I wish, I thought.
He packed and left. At least, I thought, I can lay in bed at night and take care of things in comfort. (grin).
My father stayed a night, passing through the town. " You're living a bit rough, son," he said with concern in his voice.
My father had previously expressed the opinion that I was a bloody fool for being a witness. Turned out he was right.