I'm curious. Has anyone been taken out of their parents and/or relatives 'Will' because of leaving the JW's?
Outaservice
i'm curious.
has anyone been taken out of their parents and/or relatives 'will' because of leaving the jw's?
outaservice
I'm curious. Has anyone been taken out of their parents and/or relatives 'Will' because of leaving the JW's?
Outaservice
divorce is much more common in the jehovah's witness community than they would like to admit.
probably more so than the population in general.
if you have been divorced do you think that the watchtower society contributed to the divorce, or caused it, or is it just possible you married some jerk or abuser and divorce would have occured no matter what religion you were, or even if you had no religion?
Divorce is much more common in the Jehovah's Witness community than they would like to admit. Probably more so than the population in general.
If you have been divorced do you think that the Watchtower Society contributed to the divorce, or caused it, or is it just possible you married some jerk or abuser and divorce would have occured no matter what religion you were, or even if you had no religion?
Possibly you got married way too young as the end was coming and there is no marriage in the resurrection if you died. Possibly you were worried that you might commit fornication and be disfellowshipped if you did not marry right away.
Would you take your spouse back if the JW's were not in the picture? (That is provided you are not remarried)
Outaservice (Who is very happy with his present ex-Special Pioneer/ex-JW wife)
i heard one recently from a paramedic.
he said he uses the line "take off all your clothes, lay down on the stretcher and do everything the nice paramedic tells you".
i lauged so hard when he said it.
He: Hi, are you doing anything Saturday night?
She: Why no I'm not.
He: Well, why don't you take a shower!
Outaservice (still no date)
i heard one recently from a paramedic.
he said he uses the line "take off all your clothes, lay down on the stretcher and do everything the nice paramedic tells you".
i lauged so hard when he said it.
He: Hi, are you going steady?
She: Why No!
He: Well, try some Ex-Lax, it works real well!
Outaservice (had no dates in school)
i know of quite a few that did , some have never been found out , are they asked by the elders before the wedding if they have done it ?
Done What?
Outaservice
the society reports millions of hours spent in the field service yearly.
when you were active did you follow theocratic instructions carefully and faithfully?
did you stop for a coffee break and keep your time going?
The Society reports millions of hours spent in the field service yearly. When you were active did you follow theocratic instructions carefully and faithfully?
Did you stop for a coffee break and keep your time going? (Or possibly breakfast)
Did you stop and look at Used Car lots while continuing to count time.
Did you start your time at the Kingdom Hall or when you were suppose to, at the first door you got someone home?
If you got 2 hours and 45 minutes in, did you round it off to 3 hours?
If things were like our congregation, I believe you could honestly count 15 minutes of actual preaching for every 3 hours put in! Were we the only ones like this?
Outaservice (counting his time right now)
dear abby, .
i have two brothers and two sisters; one brother is a jehovah's witness circuit overseer, and the other one was just sentenced to death for murder.
my mother died from insanity when i was very young.
Dear Abby,
I have two brothers and two sisters; one brother is a Jehovah's Witness Circuit Overseer, and the other one was just sentenced to death for murder.
My mother died from insanity when I was very young. My two sisters are prostitutes, and my father sells narcotics to feed the family.
Recently I met a girl who was recently released from a reformatory, where she served time for smothering her illegitimate child; and I want very much to marry her.
My problem is this: If I marry this girl, should I tell her about my brother who is the Circuit Overseer?
Thank you,
Outaservice
lets see now......... .
monday night: prepare for the tuesday night book study i will conduct.
also, have the family monday night watchtower study preparation.
Lets see now.........
Monday night: Prepare for the Tuesday night book study I will conduct. Also, have the family Monday night Watchtower study preparation.
Tues night: Drive over to an almost inactive Brother's house to conduct the book study. Prepared questions for the children ahead of time. The answer was always 'God's Organization'!
Wednesday night: Prepare for the Theocratic Misery School which I will conduct. Also, prepare a talk or two for the Brother's who called in sick this week at the last minute. Prepare a Service Meeting part (Giving someone 'hell' for not doing enough!) Can you do more?
Thursday night: Two plus hours of bad songs and talks. Getting tired as the week progresses. After the meeting, have another meeting with a sister in the library. She was doing what??????
Friday night: Quick buy some groceries but get done as soon as possible as we have a committee meeting at 7:30 tonight. Oh no, she did it again! Try to get to bed as early as possible, Saturday morning field service you know, want to be as fresh as possible to conduct the field service text, etc.
Saturday morning: Hit the doors a little. (Had to hire someone to mow my lawn) Arrange for a pre Watchtower study at another brother's house in the evening. He needs a little encouragement. Hummmm, might get a little popcorn and sing a few Kingdom songs. What great fun!
Sunday morning: Get up early for the Public Talk which I get to give and then the Watchtower study. Bring a sandwich to the Hall so I can get right out in the afternoon field service. To hell, with the football game. Conduct the weekly family study Sunday night. (The Revelation Book again, Ha.)
Man, I miss the good old days!
Outaservice (who wishes he was back having fun again)
i thought for some of the new ones here, that this letter would be good to repost..................... dear brothers: you may not remember, but i know you very well.
i met you a long time ago when you came to my house with your smiling faces, your neat clothes, and your soft voices, and a bible tucked neatly under your arm.
you told me many beautiful stories of a "paradise earth," and a "righteous new system" which would be established shortly.
I thought for some of the new ones here, that this letter would be good to repost..................... Dear Brothers: You may not remember, but I know you very well. I met you a long time ago when you came to my house with your smiling faces, your neat clothes, and your soft voices, and a Bible tucked neatly under your arm. You told me many beautiful stories of a "paradise earth," and a "righteous new system" which would be established shortly. You beguiled me; I listened and I let you teach me your form of Christ-dignity.
I loved you, I devoted most of my life to you, I was loyal and obedient, never realizing that one day I would come to disagree with everything you had to say. When I first met you and learned of the "paradise," little did I know that in order to get to that paradise, I would have to walk over the dead bodies of beloved family, cherished friends, and casual acquaintances, because they didn't want to be Jehovah's Witnesses. With your soft, sweet voices, and gentle manner, you convinced me that everything and everyone who did not agree with you was "evil." I came to believe that other churches were bad and of the devil, and so were their members. I became convinced that all the governments were wicked, including my own, and that I was not to support the country in which I lived. I believed you, I loved you, trusted you, and served you and never suspected that you were capable of deceiving me.
I loved you so much that I raised my precious children as Jehovah's Witnesses. I taught them that you were trustworthy, and true followers of God and Jesus. I trained them to believe your every word. How could I have known that in the future you would steal my own flesh and blood from my arms and prevent them from seeing me because I would come to disagree with you? I never noticed the fangs of oppression and tyranny that lurked behind those gentle smiles. I never knew that I would be expected to hand over my mind, soul, and spirit to you, and if I were to ever want them back, you would hold my children as hostages and no amount of begging and tears would release them from your grip because they had been raised to look at you as being God, rather than mere men.
When I came to you, I was young and pretty and impressionable, looking for a relationship with God, my Creator. But through slick words and empty speeches you convinced me that I was not really a child of God, that my duty was to the organization-that THEY would tell me what to do and how to think. Through years of domination and manipulation I began to accept the meager food that was being offered to me, and became willing to accept it as the true "spiritual" food from the Master, while all the time feeling the gnawing at my body. Finally, I discovered that I had been robbed of my joy, my love, my compassion, and my mercy, and it was replaced with legalistic doctrinal formula which provided me with fear, guilt, and anxiety to fill my hungry heart. When I said, "I want more than this," you slapped me with your soft little hand, which had now turned into an iron fist of oppression. Yes, you fooled me all along, your deception was because you had been fooled too, a long time ago, by others who had taken you captive to their dictatorial reign of terror. You convinced me that the words of men were the words of God because you really thought it was true. I believed you because you were gently, soft spoken, and carried the Bible tucked under your arm.
You told me that you had "freedom" and it was only later, when I tried to escape your brand of "freedom" that I discovered that the iron bars of the gate had been shut and I was at your mercy because, by this time, you had already gained control of my mind and my emotions. I cried and begged you to please let me go, and you said, with your firm, roaring voice, "not until I have stripped you naked" and you did. You stripped me of my dignity, my self-respect, my honor, and my FAMILY! You told all my family and friends that I was demonic, evil, an apostate, a spiritual fornicator, and good for nothing but total destruction by your angry God whom you had tried to pass off as a God of "love." They believed you, and they still believe you, because their eyes are blinded by the promise of "paradise" and they cannot "see" the Hell that surrounds them. The ever illusive "paradise" is held out to the gullible like a carrot in front of the nose of a rabbit, and causes them to sacrifice their family, friends, careers, education, hopes and dreams on the altar of the Watchtower Bible and Tract Society.
Now I'm older, now I'm wiser, but now it is too late- life is fast slipping away. Through my tears, I cry out for my beautiful daughter and grandchildren, but you grip them tighter and tighter and tell them that YOU will be their "mother." And so you are, and so you are! I begged to recapture my honor and my dignity, but you laughed with your bright, shining teeth, and said, "No way, you're on your own." Somehow those soft, pretty words weren't soft and pretty anymore, but words of slander, abuse, hatred, and hostility- and you said them in such a way that others would think that you were righteous and I was evil. You lied about me, but no one will believe you LIED because they trust you-that's because you are soft spoken, gentle, and carry a Bible tucked neatly under your arm.
Gaila Noble
ARIZONA
no matter if god granted what you asked or not, what did you pray for ?
Usually 'the Organization'! Heaven forbid, if you prayed for an individual.
Outaservice