Have you listened to it or, at least, read it yet, Billyboy?
All I can say is, this one Sunday talk was what God saw fit to use in order to change my life in a deeply meaningful way. He knew that I had waited and wished my whole JW life for something just like this to to be said and done in my own congregation.
I was raised in the fourth generation of a family of fervent Witnesses. We had all the Society literature from at least the 1920's on and I was fascinated by every bit of it. I listened to Rutherford's phonograph records. I loved to read, research, and pray. My mother taught me how to use concordances, dictionaries, and encyclopaedias. She trusted that everything the Society gave us was "the truth" and so wasn't afraid for me to do research in old as well as new publications, in books from "outside" as well as "inside."
Gradually she came to regret this as I asked questions that could not be aswered from the Society's teachings satisfactorily. I was constantly warned against being "too smart" and "running ahead" and not "waiting on Jehovah" (which actually meant not waiting on the Organization). The tone as well as the content of their responses let me know that I had to be very careful what I asked and what I said after those initial inquiries.
But what I felt a craving for, even more than intelligent honest answers, was spontaneous Spirit-led expressions of faith and love and wisdom and joy. It was all just so man-ufactured and man-controlled. So stiff, stifling, and fearful. I waited and waited and prayed and prayed. And the only place I could find spiritual nourishment was alone, walking in nature, talking with God.
So I walked and talked with God farther and farther away from the Watchtower, through a variety of religious and philosophical experiences. These were very enriching, but I continued to feel, as I always had, that something was missing. Then came the wonderful, understanding, multifaceted folks of JWD and, among them, LittleToe. I thought if we chatted long enough I could make a great pagan out of him. Then I read his exit talk. My heart broke, I dissolved in tears, and, suddenly, there was the answer to all my prayers and longings. So simple, so startling, so strongly present. Christ.
I couldn't have been happier, more surprised, or more shaken. The one thing I had needed most was the last thing I expected. So now I'm a Christian, embraced by Christ and able to embrace all things, all people, all experiences with love. For this I am truly grateful: that one man was moved by God to speak a truth that he knew so many would find unacceptable.
I wish you all the best with all my heart, Billyboy. Vaya con Dios.