Byebyeborg!,Welcome in, from the rain. Always good and toasty in here.
Art
i have been visiting this forum since aug 07. i have hidden in the bushes and watched the goings on.
but now i leap from the bushes and tell all of you how much i have learned from watching you.
i have both learned and enjoyed.
Byebyeborg!,Welcome in, from the rain. Always good and toasty in here.
Art
a person is disfellowshipped, works hard to get reinstated and once they finally are, they go straight to inactivity and you almost never see them in the kingdom hall again.
when i was an active jw i couldn't understand why a person would go through the process of reinstatement only to become inactive.
i understand why now .
...."Get Baptized. Marry a JW. Disappear." technique.
So was this why I felt ill at ease when the literature described those who would rob the Kingdom Halls of thier precious pioneer sisters?
Honestly, I felt at a loss because the sisters would allow you to pay them attention, but the society stated there were those presently serving, who were truly, not, to be trusted. "Even among our own Bretheren?"
I soon began to question my motives. I mean, if it wasn't me, why should I be offended?
I was, regardless.
it seems greg stafford has disassociated himself from the watchtower society?.
do you think his new attempt to reform the society - he claims that 'christian witnesses of jah' are jehovah's witnesses - stands a chance to spur on changes or is he just 'forging' another split group that will fade out quickly?.
Greg, who?
this has to be like the weirdest day of my life.. first off, i was at lunch and i got back in the car after eating.
the wind just picked up suddenly moving my car around (a little) and raining .. the tornado sirens went off so i got out and ran back inside scared half to death.
i got soaked!
He said call, anytime. Take him at his word. The shock of your situation, along with any guilt he may be experiencing for talking to you may've thrown him off balance. I bet he really wants to talk to you. Can only tell you in so many words. Probably took a lot of guts for him to call, as it is.
i've been thinking about this alot tonite.
what do i talk about with my uncle when i see him on wednesday?
this will be the last time i see him alive.
I was with my aunt, dying from cancer. One of the last, greatest connections to my father's progeny. Me and father were never close. He'd, as of yet had already died. I kept myself at such an extreme distance from my family members: what with thier not being in the truth and all, that I actually poisoned all possible, normal relations with them.
I fought to go and be witness to her departure, but having gotten thru my own foolhardiness of mind: she was going to meet her eternal moment, I was probably going to have a ham sandwich, later in the week. All I could do, was try not to be overtly saddened. Allow her to see a face of grace, upon mines, and dignity regarding her eventual leaving.
I got down on the bed beside her. Extended my hand. Held it in honesty, so she could sense my sincerity. I didn't boo-hoo, her. She was able, in the end, to give a wonderful witness to me. That one day, this is something, all of us as humans will experience. That, as she was leaving, so too would I, and all of us there at her bedside.
I gave her the thoughts of her own, back some twenty or so years in history. As I was trying to be a goodie two shoes, member of the witness protection program, she tried to persuade me to life. She said, over and over again how I should be persuing my dreams, riding around in my own car, finding a girlfriend. Not settling for the limited opportunities that come from serving at the feet of the Watchtower Bible and Tract society.
I quietly let her know how I appreciated those little nuggets of Truth, as it was at the hour of her death; I was doing, exactly that. I, too, let her know how much of a more realistic fight, I had on my hands, as I was new to having found out about the lies, espoused from the tryanical tentacles of OZ. I let her know the pain of reality being suffered, as I was attempting to navigate a real life, with 'sponsibilities, and how it was costantly teaching me, real world, life skills.
I told her, sometimes I'm sorry I ever listened to you. She smiled. As she knew I was not fond of children. I had taken on a ready made family, at that time. It was an awesome meeting of the minds. Though I hated with a passion, to suffer myself the witness of her departure, I know it had mostly to do with my not wanting to witness my own mortality, through the eyes of her's. Her head was the kiss of the only corpse I've ever accomplished. Even then, it was done with some reservation. Were it not for the person before me who had done so. I know I would've never attempted such a feat. In the aftermath, I'm glad I did. I look forward, now, to hopefully kiss the corpse of my mother, should she die before, I.
how long before something happened (i:e 9/11) before you stopped thinking the big a was coming??.
i read 7 news papers a week it took me a long time to read about some big bad event without thinking this is it the big a is about to happen now i read it for what it is.. what about you.
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2 & 1/2 years after being on this site. Out of the loop for nearly 20 years. Never knew the truth about the truth until coming here over 4 years ago. Measure the balance of the mental, suspended animation. I've lost count.
ok call me crazy, but i am still afraid of having nice things.
i want them, i dream of them.
but have no confidence to go and get them.
New International Version (NIV)
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9 What does the worker gain from his toil? 10 I have seen the burden God has laid on men. 11 He has made everything beautiful in its time. He has also set eternity in the hearts of men; yet they cannot fathom what God has done from beginning to end. 12 I know that there is nothing better for men than to be happy and do good while they live. 13 That everyone may eat and drink, and find satisfaction in all his toil—this is the gift of God.
okay, just to re-introduce myself, i was raised in the truth, regular pioneered for years, and am a member in good standing with my congregation.
i have just recently been shocked to realise that i actually have some doubts about the truth.
it helps for me to focus on one point at a time, and to write down my thoughts in a logical sequence.
Interesting read, Hot Chocolate. Looking forward to other's responses.
my mom just called me and told me my uncle is dying.
he has aplastic anemia and only has between 2 and 14 days left to live.
the only treatment for aplastic amenia is bone marrow or cord blood transplant, which we all know he can't have.
right - so i've met this guy through a friend - he's a little older than me (38, recently divorced, though separated for 2.5 years and has a little 4 year old daughter) he is quite a nice guy, we've been going out, having dinners and just getting to know each other - right now i'm quite happy being friends.. the thing is this guy uses so much sexual inuendo from fruit to head, to pips, you name it........ i mean i don't mind at all and have a good laugh, but what i'm trying to understand is what is he ""asking"" ""sussing out"" of me - if anything?.
thing is i'm good with straight up and ask if you want to move into a sexual relationship.
don't beat around the bush, or play games (well some games are fun when you're in a sexual relationship) so guys can be hard to read....... or perhaps i'm reading too much into it - i'm just not used to dealing with older men (i date guys around my age or younger).
Sounds like he has the bluntness of a sack of hammers