It was 1964. I hadn't expressed any desire to be baptized, in fact, if I had been allowed to have an opinion, it would have been to wait. But i wasn't given that option. I had been exposed to Watchtower teachings since I was about 7 and my mom accepted a free home Bible study because she missed her dead father and wanted to see him after the resurrection. So the Bethelite who had been conducting my study of the Paradise book with me told my mom that the time was right.
Looking back, I see that he did me a favor. Being baptized, I was now a "spiritual man," and I was asked to read the text at the Tuesday book studies, I was able to lead groups of adult women in Field Service (they didn't like this, but as the only male (14 years old) in the group, I was LARGE and IN CHARGE), I was given he longer talks in the Theocratic Ministry School, then asked to read for the Sunday Watchtower study. Eventually I was called upon to close meetings wit prayer, then to open meetings with prayer.
It was only natural that I should begin pioneering before I was 18. "Vacation Pioneering" pioneering, they called it. It was no vacation! Even though a few members of our little rag-tag group had cars, we walked a lot. A LOT.
The walking was good for me - I tend to be a lard ass, and the walking kept the lard down a bit.
In time, my loyal service was rewarded when Jehovah's Magic Spirit directed the local elders to ask Bethel if I could be a Ministerial Servant. The Jehovah Sock-Puppet in Brooklyn said YES!
Now I was allowed to move the microphones up and down the aisles during the meetings. 'O frabjus day! Calloo! Callay!" I chortled in my joy. It must have been glossolalia.
Eventually I was asked to give the one-hour public talk on Sunday. The subject was "Angels." Back then we nly were given a rough outline of points to be covered in the talk,we had to figure out how to transition from point-to-point and build the body of the talk on the skeleton that Brooklyn provided. They don't do that anymore, I understand.
But the best part came around, oh, let's say 1974, I can't recall precisely... I had been baptized for about ten years when an elder I loved -- in a manly, spiritual way -- came to ME -- little ME! -- because he was sick-at-heart. The elders had just discovered that one of the "six month wonders" who was progressing SO FAST and conducting free home Bible Studies with young children in our territory whose parents he had convinced would benefit from a Bible Study. The parents weren't interested themselves -- they just wanted the free babysitter.
But Brother Wonderful wasn't all he seemed. After having his studies with these kids for a few months, he would say, "Hey Mr. & Mrs. Oblivious, I enjoy going camping in the warmer weather, and I was wondering if you would like for me to take your tender young child into the dark woods for A WEEK? It will be FUN!"
So the parents got a week off and their boy learned bad things. And he was told that IF he ever spoke of those bad things, his family would be hurt. Badly hurt. Now let's prey...
The elders in the Middle Village congregation in Queens, NYC, called together a judicial committee. The victim children and their parents tld th elders what had happened. Brother wonderful admitted he had done these things. Case CLOSED. No punishment, no disfellowshipping, no probation, no special needs talk.
Why? "Because if news of this gets out, it will make Jehovah look bad."
My baptism was the FIRST STEP in me being an XJW today.
How's Jehovah lookin' these days, Middle Village? What other dirt have you swept under the Kingdom Hall carpet?
The pedophile Brother Wondeful went on to marry a single Mom from a nearby congregation. She had two young kids...
The story never ends.