To where shall I go?
To the ultimate freedom: atheism/agnosticism. :)
this is a question that many jws seem to have when they are contemplating leaving the wt society.
the society's answer is that there is nowhere else to go.
what is a doubting jw to do?.
To where shall I go?
To the ultimate freedom: atheism/agnosticism. :)
here in the usa during the late 70's, witnesses would rent an entire skating rink and hundreds of kids would show up.
it was great fun and a chance to socialize without quoting scriptures.
it seems like just because some were engaging in fornication and smoking in the parking lots that the society put a stop to it.
Yup, I sure do remember. We would go to a rink that the brothers rented for a Sunday afternoon; the first hour was skating for all, the second hour was a hockey game for the older kids. (I *am* in Canada, after all!!! )
I was just thinking about that a few weeks ago when Hubby and I were driving through the small town where the rink we rented was.
i was at my parents today for the first time in a while.
i noticed that they have removed all photos of my brother and i from the walls and furniture.
we are disfellowshipped.
My parents recently celebrated a milestone anniversary and at the party given by my siblings, my eldest brother had prepared a Powerpoint presentation with old photos, etc. of our family. There was ONE photo of me, from when I was very small. No photos of my son whatsoever.
My father said if I left it would be as though I was dead; but they still display photos of other relatives who've passed away. Grrrrrr.
**edited to add that I was not at the party LOL but this info was passed along to me by my non-JW grandmother.
i keep dreaming about being at the kh.
last night i dreamt i was there and two "worldly" people came in to do some shady business transaction with each other.
they were looking for a third person whom they were supposed to meet there, and wouldn't leave until this person showed up.
I keep dreaming about being at the KH. Last night I dreamt I was there and two "worldly" people came in to do some shady business transaction with each other. They were looking for a third person whom they were supposed to meet there, and wouldn't leave until this person showed up. Finally they left and as soon as they were out the door, my father locked the KH door.
I didn't dream about the KH for the longest time, five or six years. Now I dream about it on a weekly basis. Arrrggh. I've been having wierd dreams since I got pregnant anyway but why so many KH dreams???
well, actually, i did, but with the blessings of the family.
it's fake (too many allergies in the house to risk a real one), pre-lit, and 7 feet tall.
i think it's going to be gorgeous.
I love Christmas decorating! :) This year we're having xmas dinner at our house for the first time! This year will will be ten years since I first celebrated. I'm happy to say that my son has never *not* celebrated Christmas. :)
as a jehovahs witness, our lives were clearly "defined".
for those of us who are no longer in the "truth", what "drives" your life now?.
for me, it is my kids ( 12, 9, 4--busy--busy--busy) ; my wife; my career; i live by my own personal value system ( tried, tested and working).. the absence of the superimposed restrictive grid of the jw lifestyle has allowed my life to blossom.
My family; my 3 year old son, and my daughter on the way; and my husband. They're absolutely the most important thing and the main focus of my life. :)
did you have a best friend at the kingdom hall, what happened to them, do you know where they are today ?
I had two; one female and one male.
The woman was a regular pioneer, about 3 years older than me (so she was about 21 when I left) and had just gotten engaged to a pioneer brother (the most boring person I've ever met - dull as dishwater) when I was plotting my escape. She asked me to be her maid of honour; which I accepted. A few weeks later I made my grand exit; in several phone conversations, she asked me whether I still wanted to be her maid of honour. After I deflected the question for a couple of weeks, we had our final phone conversation in which she told me she had asked someone else to be her MOH. That was the last time I spoke to her, July 1993. She married her pioneer that November, and they now live not too far away from me. I haven't even run into her or seen her anywhere in that time, although I did pass her husband on the sidewalk a couple of years ago.
The man was...well, really special to me. He is now a special pioneer in the Dominican Republic. I haven't seen him since June, 1993, at an anniversary party he and his siblings threw for their parents. Last time we saw each other we played table tennis together. Stupid things you remember. He often shows up in my dreams; usually the ones that take place at my old KH.
i haven't posted in a while.
there is good reason for it.
i have been in counseling again.
(((Jesika))) I can't even begin to imagine a childhood like yours. Don't know what else to say except that you are in my thoughts.
remember when you were in the troof, and had the thoughts of paradise erf continually being pounded into your head?
you'd be able to pet lions, eat fruit, and smile, but there were things that were going to be destroyed at armageddon.
what were you going to miss in the old world?
I was annoyed at the thought that Armageddon may come before I was old enough to get married, and I might end up not being able to marry afterward if we weren't allowed to.
Not that I was so terribly worried about *being* married at that point, mind you; I just wanted a wedding. LOL
remember those days.
turning off the lights and pretending nobody home, as the kids went around the neighborhood.
how pathetic we were !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!.
Everyone in our neighbourhood (grew up in a village) knew we didn't celebrate. Once in a while some of the neighbourhood boys would summon up the courage to knock on the door and ask my dad why we wouldn't give out candy. Usually my brothers would be sneaking around the yard in the dark watching out for vandals and hellions as we were a bit of a target. One year someone blew up a pumpkin in our backyard. My brother one year scared the hell out of someone who was attempting to vandalize our mailbox; he popped up from behind a bush 10 feet away from the mailbox and said, "WHAT ARE YOU DOING??" The kid must have sh*t!! LMAO
If Hallowe'en fell on a meeting night, the meeting was always moved so as not to attract vandals to "decorate" the cars in the parking lot or driveway.