We watched “The Stepford Wives” Saturday night. Definitely reminiscent of wifedom in the Ass’y. Easter Sunday music, “I know that my Redeemer liveth”, brought to mind another verse in Job, “Though he slay me, yet will I trust in him.” And then it all came flooding back to me – clutching that verse like a life preserver when the hammer came down and I was forced to give up my inner self.
For the first five years of the Assembly, I followed G & B Geftakys reluctantly and grudgingly, because the quality of our family life was eroding away alarmingly. My attitude hovered over me like a black cloud. By 1974 G & B had enough of it. I was sat down and sternly admonished to get on with the program. Even though I knew that resistance was legitimate, I also believed the “carnal vs. spiritual Christian” paradigm. Obviously, negative feelings were carnal. So I buckled under the avalanche of guilt, and let the robot self suffocate my true self, clinging to Job’s hope as I went down.
I wonder if other Assembly wives had a similar experience, or did the cult personality usually creep up more gradually?