JEHOVAHS WITNESSES MAKE MEAN PARENTS. I have the meanest parents in the world. They are Jehovahs Witnesses. They have very, very strange ways and guidelines that they believe in despite any influence that this modern, updated world has to offer. My mother and father always insisted that they knew where I was. Not only that, they made special arrangements to be with me wherever I would go. I couldnt go anywhere without them. When other children on the block would be playing in the streets or later, in their teen years, down at the local pool hall, I would be with my Mean parents going from house to house, I was seeing first hand how people of every background lived. I was learning how to do different things around the house. When the other teenagers were out dragging in sports cars or smoking pot, my mean parents had me with them at the congregation meetings. I never got to experience a night in jail. I never got to know what it was like to get drunk and get thrown out of bars. But no...my mean parents, Jehovahs Witnesses and I were busy going to other parts of the country to attend conventions and assemblies. My mean parents never let me be exposed to any of the worldly celebrations. All I ever got to meet and get acquainted with are the ones that Jesus Christ has selected to rule with him as Kings and Priests over all mankind. I never can look back and recall the good old days, just sitting around doing nothing. That never happened with me having mean parents. There were always too many things to be done. They never allowed me to date or to associate with others just my own age. Instead, I had to associate with ones who were old in years spiritually. Ones that were in the service for many, many years. My mean parents even went so far as to map out my future for me. Instead of a college education the started making plans for me early in life. They even took it upon themselves to decide that they wanted me to live on this earth and share in the work of making it a paradise. They have done everything in their power to make that desire a reality. Imagine living in a beautiful paradise earth forever! Never having to know the thrills of mens wars, never having experienced the thought of knowing that you had taken the lives of your fellow men in war. My mean parents were strict. They wouldnt permit any wrong doing on my part. I dont know the experience of having to go to the doctor because of diseases common to persons indulging in immoral conduct. I dont know the problem of having an unwanted child. Instead, they insisted that I wait until I was grown and strong spiritually before they permitted me to date. And then, it should only be with someone who complies with bible standards, someone that would be the same disposition that they are. So, if ever I decide to get married it should be with someone who will meet the high standards of my mean parents. He, too, has to be raised by mean parents, and together, we will decide to be mean parents. I will forever be grateful and thankful to my mean parents, their meanness served as a protection to me down to this day. Do you have mean parents? Ag
Posted on: Fri, 12 Dec 2014 15:43:20 +0000
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