There were some good elders. There were some senile elders. There were brutish elders, self righteous elders, elders who were forced into the job because there werent enough "qualified brothers" available in the congregation who still didnt have pimples....and some dick heads. I started to become disallusioned when I was studying and then after baptism moved in with the CO and his wife...who had been my study conductors and became long time friends to me and my whole family. I named my children after them.
But I watched Brother B...and he was an ENTIRELY DIFFERENT person at home. He put on his elder cape and his spandex suit with the big E on the front of it and went to the hall several times a week, and at nights holed up in his office fielding calls, doing reports, studying for a talk somewhere...and he was all "spiritual" when he needed to be for the sake of the suit. Elders were not crags in the storm, they were puppets, they were suckups to the CO, they were janitors and window washers and landscapers on a POWER TRIP who when outside the four walls of that hall, didnt amount to a hill of beans, but inside they were demigods with the lives of 120 people in their hands. Very intoxicating stuff.
So my translation of that was...this whole GIG is smoke and mirrors! NOTHING is real, genuine, or Godly....it's a big PLAY and the elders and the MSs and the congregations are all players in it. All of us showing the world one thing, showing each other at the hall another thing...and in the privacy of our homes...something else again.
Disingenuous bullshit...so TOTALLY not of, from, or with....God.