Sundays are always tougher for me than normal. Sundays are made for church and family. While religion is NOT my thing, family sure is and always will be. Dont take me wrong, I do have family. I have my brother and my sister and that is pretty much it.Yes, I have two sons whom I love more than life itself. I am sure that every parent out there in internet land feels like they give both your lungs for your kids if you must. I love them dearly. However, their thinking is trapped between reality and the Watchtower Bibe and Tract Society, the organization behind Jehovah's Witnesses.
Even though I is free (grammaatical error intended) I work each and everyday for the freedom of others who CHOOSE to maintain some freedom from the cult either through disfellowshipping or anty other intentional act of defection. So, when they are ready, I will be willing. It is the same offer I made to my parents. Please, I beg you to come knock on my door and in the name of your Jesus, I will not turn you away.
You can sleep in my bed, eat my food, soil my bathroom, spend my money, invade my space.
You are welcome.
Last night, Sunday, I was thinking of my parents. I love them very much. I would do anything for them. I will NOT however go back to a Kingdom Hall. That's it, nothting more.
I called my dad at 1:30Am. "Hello dad, just calling to see how you guys are doing over there."
Click.
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