When I started in the troof, about in 87, I belonged to a certain congregation that disolved a few years later. Out of the 3 elders there at the time, none of them are elders today.
Today I met one of the 3 elders in question, and he had long hair. Right away I knew he wasn't an elder anymore, not even a witness.
How a congregation looked so strong and spirtual only a few years ago, is now nothing but rubble.
Something to think about...