In the mid-90's my wife faced a bogus charge of gossiping. The charge was based on a fleshly sister of a JW easedropping on a conversation. We fought the charge with the elders unable to produce any credible report of the actual conversation. We won the battle but ruffled a few feathers in the process.
A short time later, while at a congregation meeting, my wife submitted an application for auxilary pioneering, partly to confirm her standing in the congregation. The Service Overseer hesitated, again bringing up the gossiping charge. He left to confer with the other elders on the service committee, then came back to ask my wife to join them in the little room. She told him that she was very uncomfortable joining three elders in the little room with other publishers taking notice as if it were a judicial committee. She asked if instead, they could meet with her at her home. The three brothers were not entirely pleased, but agreed.
About ten minutes before the scheduled meeting, the Service Overseer pulled in front of our house. We expected him to come in, make small talk at least, but instead, he bowed his head in fervent prayer. We could see him clearly praying as we looked out from our large front picture window. He looked like Daniel under Darius the Mede making his prayer public.
When he finally came to the door, I couldn't resist: "Gary, it looked like you were praying." His face reddened as he replied: "Well, I don't expect this to be easy." His face looked like he had just entered the lion's den.
While my wife did get the "privilege" these exchanges were a tiny start of chipping away at the foundation of our confidence in Jehovah's hand in matters.
tms