I was born into "the truth" back in 1964. I made the big mistake of getting baptised when I was about 14 or so, purely to please my father as I saw how proud he was when my brothers were baptised....didn't work.
We moved to a new congregation when I was about 8, he introduced all my brothers to the congregation by name, a short bio of thier endearing qualities and how proud he was of them, when he introduced me it was "and this is our black sheep of the family, Steve".
I remember living in fear at the fast approaching 1975....actually, living in terror is probably a more apt desciption. All of you will full well know how it was instilled into us at EVERY meeting and assembly how we are living in the last days.
As a 15 year old, a brother dobbed me in for kissing a worldly girl at school. Went through the marked process, judicial committy, disfellowshipped and the shunning which continues to this day by what's left of my family. Proved dad right..
I'm now 45, two beautiful daughters I could not be more proud of and two wonderful gorgeous grand kiddies.
What bothers me is I watch a news item about some catastrophy, or some war or calamitous world changing event and still in the back of my mind I ask myself, is this it? what if they were right?