love these made up myths, some that make me chuckle are the demon possessed stories of Dubs in FS and of ex apostates one story of a pioneer and her partner calling on a house and while the first sister was making a presentation the other pioneer out of the corner of her eye could see a body full levitating in the hallway of the house. A well known ex Dub in our circuit who became an evil apostate but his faithful Dub wife stayed with him alleged that he was so possessed that he used to stand over her in a possessed demonic trance like state all night while she slept!
Just remembering coments made about avoiding being corupted and some guy made a coment about instead of flipping thru the channals to find a good show to watch you should use a tv guide so you don't run into anything pornographic, I was thinking WTF there is just as much if not more pornograghic stuff in the tv guide, if you pay attention to it either way.
How about that the world was going to end in 1975.....oh wait, that was not a legend, that is documented in their literature....
The smurf thing. Always the smurf thing. The grossest one was that a little girl was sexually abused by the smurfs on her underwear. They really are obssessed with smurfs and sex.
My favorite urban legends were always in the pages of their own literature.
However, I was still a new, immature Christian. For example, after sharing in house-to-house preaching on a cold Sunday, I would climb into my car and close the windows. While enjoying the warmth of the sun, I would listen to a cassette recording of the master tape of my music. At the same time, I had also started courting a fine young woman, Debbie, who shared in the Witness work full-time. Once, while I was listening to that tape, Debbie approached the car, and I quickly stopped the tape. Deep down I realized that it was not music fit for a Christian.
Soon after Debbie and I got married, we started having problems. I would often wake up in the middle of the night sweating and shaking. I had terrifying nightmares of wading through rivers of blood while being chased by demons. My poor wife went through a difficult time for many months because of these demon attacks. Although Debbie wasn’t fully aware of the content of my music, she did suspect that it had a bad influence on me, and she voiced that opinion. But I stubbornly insisted: “I’m going to keep this tape forever for sentimental reasons.”
We also argued about many other things, and I would often end up shouting at her. Because we had so many fights, Debbie wisely approached the congregation elders for help. Sometimes an elder would visit and try to help us, but after the elder left, I again got angry with Debbie. Too proud to admit that we needed help, I would say: “What right did you have to go to the elders and talk to them. That is my responsibility. I am the head of the house.” Yes, I had an unbalanced view of headship. Then I would sulk and not talk to her for days. Now I realize that all she was trying to do was save her husband and her marriage.
Then one night Debbie spoke to one of the elders about my guitar playing and the type of music I listened to. So an elder came over and had a long chat with me. I remember that he asked me: “Do you have something in your home that could possibly be the cause of your problems?” At last I opened up and told him about the tape, admitting that it bothered my conscience.—1 Timothy 1:5, 19.
That same night, after the elder left, I decided to get rid of the tape. Debbie and I took it into the backyard and tried to burn it, but it wouldn’t burn. So we dug a hole and buried it. I also sold my guitar. I thought to myself: ‘If I’m going to make the break from debasing music, then I must do it completely.’ And amazingly, I stopped having nightmares. From that time onward, things gradually improved in our marriage.
No, no, no.....the bestest one is the one about the sister (I believe somewhere in NY), who had to work in Serve-Us alone that day. She called on some guy who had just murdered the Avon lady and when they caught him they asked him why he didn't kill this Witness woman. His answer was that there were "two large men" on either side of her. Since she was working by herself, it was said that Jehover's angels were sent to protect her from this serial murderer.
No names, no specific dates or location and no link to this guy's trial but don't you dare question any of it!
LOL, I remember a version of that story.
How about the warlock barber who was cutting a Witnesses' hair and told him the demons were targetting Witness kids because Jehovah killed their children with the great flood?
My wife's brother told me the smurf legend a couple of years ago, he said it happened in California.