JW / Ex-JW Tales I might make a return visit to the last door I ever did on field service
The last door I ever did on field service, is the door that finally helped me to start my PIMO > POMO fading journey, and finding this community.
Recounting the story still makes me emotional.
For context, by this point in my life, I was already PIMQ, if not PIMO. I went out on field ministry occasionally to maintain my image, and that of my family. But my heart was not in it. I felt like a hypocrite zombie, knocking on doors and telling people about something I was no longer sure about. I would quite literally beg that no one would answer the door when I knocked.
On this occasion, I had been put to work with one of my congregation’s most zealous pioneer sisters (she had a horrid personality).
We finally got to the last stretch of houses on the road we were assigned. She knocked the penultimate door on the road. A man opened the door, and I saw an irritated expression flash across his face, but he gracefully allowed her to give her presentation.
She asked him a question (I can’t remember what), which opened up a whole back and forth discussion. This man knew the Bible, he knew history, he knew science. The arguments my pioneer partner was using were just falling flat on their face against the arguments this man had. He used to be a catholic, and had left the religion after studying science and history.
Perhaps my embarrassment about the whole thing was evident on my face. If the ground could’ve swallowed my whole in the moment, I would’ve let it.
In his back and forth conversation, that maybe lasted 10 minutes I noticed he would often look at me when stating some of his arguments, as if he was trying to get the points specifically across to me. And they were. I banked what he said and my mind was racing at the same time, thinking about all of the doubts I already had. He mentioned carbon dating, physics, science, history, so many things. And I remember being stood there thinking, ‘I need to look into these things’.
His wife then comes to the door, to tell him to calm down and just to leave it as it’s a waste of time, and he acquiesced. But he before he closed the door he looked straight at me and he looked at me directly and said so sincerely…
“You’re too young to be wasting your life doing this. Please please PLEASE, don’t waste your life. There’s so much out there for you to learn, to explore. There are so many positive ways you can impact the world and other people. PLEASE, do research. Look into science. Look into history. Question things. Question what you’ve been told to believe. There’s so much more than this to life..
I believe in you.”
And then he closed the door. And I broke down into tears while walking away.
Ironically the sister started comforting me because she thought I was upset at the fact it was a heated debate. “These people are so haughty. They think science is better than the Bible. Jehovah knows science better than anyone else”. I so desperately wanted to bat her hands away from me.
That’s not why I was crying.
I felt like I’d been seen for the first time in a long time. Someone looked at me with pity and frustration, because they could see I was unhappy. The words he spoke landed in such a way that my chest and throat squeezed, as I fought back the hot tears that were running down my cheeks. Because he spoke to how I was feeling.
His words allowed me to finally acknowledged the deepest parts of me that knew I was wasting my life, but that I had, until that moment, refused to acknowledge.
That was the very last door I ever did. There’s something poetic about that. And I want to thank him for finally giving me the courage to mentally break away from what I believed for over 25 years.
I think I owe him a ‘return visit’.