Well so this is Christmas?
I've just spent the last hour looking over an old photo album with my 13 year old neice. It brought back a lot of old memories, alot of which are buried, but all good. I wasn't born into 'the truth', i was 13 when my mother started studying. I spent alot of my teen years, from 14 to 17 involved in the organisation. I fortunately was never baptised, so when I left the org, there were no binding ties.
Lets fast forward the last 26 years, now it's Christmas 2002. Half my family are JW's, half are not. Looking at the photo album with my neice reminded me of the Xmas's spent as a family before Jehovah came into our life. Every year our parents would have a professional photographer do his art with the four of us kids posed in seasonal setting. This has left us with a scrapbook of Christmasses past. Thus the waltz down memory lane with my neice.
I long for the days when all 4 of us kids saw eye to eye. There is a bridge between the family members who are JW's and those who are not. When I am with my family members who are "in the truth'. I feel like I am an outsider..
The saddest part is: they have thrown out their copies of the old Christmas photos.