Leaving it to Jehovah
The car was quiet on the way home, stifling. She dare not say what she felt about the disfellowshipping, 'seasoned with salt - yes - apples of gold…', it might make a bad situation worse. Was he also thinking how unjust the disfellowshipping was, or was he just sad? As a small tissue is to a heavy flu infection, she reached into her spiritual handbag for a homily:
"I suppose it's not what the elders decide that matters, its how we deal with what they decide." Dab dab, there.
"Oh, you mean with Brother…", he hesitated and said, "…I mean with Tom?" like he wasn't thinking about the same thing. At the lights he reached across to squeeze her knee,
"It could just be a test, Barb, for him and for us, y'know the whole congregation", he said, making a mental note to stop calling him Tom. What would he call him now, Pitrilschwitz?
Next day. "Uh?" said Brother Pioneer, mid-sandwich, "It very sad, but it's all done and dusted Barbara," he made firm eye contact, still chewing, "if it’s... bound on earth, its…"
"…Bound in heaven, yeah, but…"
"Holy spirit" he carried on, "doesn't always decide what's right from the human view point, there's more at stake. And Tom is Tom - Jehovah judges the heart, we should leave it with him"
Tom had fielded a volley of concerned calls in the following week. At some point he had realised that he still thought of most of his callers as 'weaker ones'. After all he was disfellowshipped now. He had been victimised, they had said, scapegoated, the CO should intervene, take them to court, even, splash it all over The Echo. He was warmed by these private, untheocratic expressions of support, but he had woodenly stated his position:
As with Job, whatever Jehovah has given he can also take away: everything, privileges, work, health, children - anything. He would do the right thing and "leave it with Jehovah."
One way or another, that is what they all did.
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