The year was 1919. He was seven, the oldest of four surviving children. He was his immigrant father’s workhorse who was ordered to do man-sized jobs. Therefore, to keep the family warm, the child, not the father, often walked the long, wind-whipped city blocks carrying a heavy burlap sack of coal on his back which eventually bowed his developing legs.
By Barbara Anderson When my husband and I left the religion of Jehovah’s Witnesses (JWs), we, like countless others, lost family members and friends because of the Witnesses shunning doctrine. Each of us has a story to tell as to why we left. Some of us have stories that are similar; others far different. . .
On August 27, 2016 Joe Anderson was interviewed by “Randy M” on Rick Fearon’s “Watchtower Behind Closed Doors” SOUNDCLOUD channel.Joe is, of course, Barbara Anderson’s spouse and best friend – enjoying a very close and loving relationship for many years. Joe shares many experiences as both an active and former Jehovah’s Witness.
In an amazing one-page website Daniel Genser relates his experiences growing up as a Jehovah’s Witness. He then gives a very clearly detailed witness about why and how he and his wife decided to leave the organization.
Read how they took the steps necessary to not just leave the religion they had grown up in, but also completely change their lifestyles.
Mom, my younger brother, and I were baptized on a cold day in September 1999, my final year at school. It was a day of uncertainty. I had recently gotten my unbearable bouts of depression under control, and I finally made the decision to dedicate my life to Jehovah and Jesus…and their organization.
To me that day was bitter-sweet. It was a day filled with fear; fear of failure, fear of not measuring up, fear of whether what I did was right, and fear of the unknown. You see, I had a very turbulent childhood – the impact of which I only recently discovered. My mother was my everything; nature was my playground, and a dad’s acceptance was the elusive mirage I tirelessly sought. Needless to say, this rough and tumble, yet sensitive boy was the unsuspecting pray of men and older boys whose sexual thirst got the better of them. Their seductions and traps left me confused and overwhelmed by the contradictory kaleidoscope of images of myself, of life, of masculinity …and of God.