I feel so disconnected from my congregation. When I meet brs and srs ons the street I’m having trouble to even have a simple conversation. My innocence and openness has vanished. I always hugged everyone and now they treat you like a leper and they don’t even know I haven’t taken the jab. But they took it! Aren’t they supposed to be safe and protected?
I don’t go to the hall, haven’t been able to for ten years because of a medical condition. But more important I refuse to wear a harmful mask. And I know people are genuinely happy that they can physically meet again but I can’t get over the hypocrisy that they could have gotten together all along If the GB had shown some backbone.
We must all expect to be ignored, shunned, reviled by those we love and have loved. What it transpires into is far, far better. When a person becomes free of the bonds that bound them, it is really very much the same as tipping the fulcrum to the other side. Physical becomes spiritual, loss in gathering together, becomes a realisation of being gathered to Jehovah. Contributions are spiritual, prayerful, responsive of the heart and the desire to come to know our Grand Creator. Not money to ‘build’ with. The loss of the world, becomes an unfathomable move into things spiritual. Your situation brings to mind the sojourn that Jesus took into the wilderness for 40 days to commune alone with his Father, Jehovah. The seclusion from the world forms an oasis of spiritual peace between ourselves and our creator. We all inwardly sense the loss of the watchtower, yet that in itself is part of being set free…a gift beyond value. Those we love, well, that’s different and we all go through loss and change in our lives, yet coming to understand the truth, is as emerging from the chrysalis, shedding the binding coat, to emerge into a life, yet to be appreciated. The watchtower treats those who leave as so much garbage, as they themselves illustrated, but what has emerged is more of an incomparable beauty that they cannot appreciate. Don’t look back at the city, and it’s inhabitants, move into the temple and greet those that are there. Others are yet to follow your lead I am sure.