In my personal fantasy, members of the Governing Body are dragged off by pitch-fork wielding peasants bearing torches
at night. They are thereafter hung by their heals, Mussolini-style, after which, three well aimed asteroids create smoking craters
in Brooklyn, Wallkill, and Paterson, NY.
(Sigh) Well, I can dream, can't I ??
The reality is that, with a little patience, we can savor the little victories as they arrive. Such as:
Noting that the congregation with the most corrupt elders I know - is steadily losing meeting attendance
Seeing extended Witness families with the grandkids almost entirely disaffiliated.
Going to non-denominational weddings involving faded Witnesses.
Young Witnesses who secretly ignore shunning of their friends
Lots of Witnesses suddenly going to college, unthinkable years ago.
Finding zealous Witnesses put on the defensive and getting tired of all of it.
Finding older Witnesses adapting to ordinary life, like opening their eyes to sunlight , after years hiding in the shadows.
I savor these little victories as I encounter them becoming more and more commonplace.
In this life, there are no ordinary moments
metatron