When I was preschool age and dragged to meetings and assemlies, I was impressed with the larger meetings. Since there was no age appropriate place for me, I half listned in extreme boredom. Perhaps when I was three, I heard the words "Jehovah is here." Here, Present in the assembly. I became so alert. My young eyes roved around the room. Ceiling vents and behind door hinges seemed likely spots. In the back of my mind, I recalled something about Moses and not seeing the face of God. My desire to see God was so great that I searched the venue anyway. Oh, the excitement, Jehovah is here in the door hinges, pipes, or vents. Strange, because despite His announced presence and the combination of awe.desire to see Him, I could not locate Him. I think i asked my mother where he was hiding.
Not crazy for a small child but a grown man. Russell was educated, too.
When the writing dept or GB reads these old accounts, one would think that they would be sobered concerning making absolute statements. No chance.
