Well here we have the lies, and the damned lies. In a few months the WT will trot out the statistics I suppose.
If they had liked us or worried about us, they'd have made a phone call
or perhaps even a visit to see if there was a foul odor coming from
inside our house.
And that is why my dear elderly parents, after nearly 140 years combined JDubya time are beginning to wake up. As an elder for over fifty years my father was one of the kindest persons you could meet. Always trying to swim against the stream by showing Christlike love. My mother was one of the most hospitable people one could have the pleasure of knowing. In the last two or three years they have basically been kicked to the curb, shunned and gossiped about, and ignored by their congregation. No wonder one of the other elders who was much like my father shot himself to death. Ahh. . .FEEL THE LOVE!