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circuit assembly of jehovah witnesses

On saturday I went the first half of an all day session at the assembly hall of Jehovah Witnesses. I went to be of help to a coworker who was going for the first time with her children and I thought I could be of help. I would watch over the children so she could listen and concentrate on what was being said. Unfortunately I was not much help. I got so involved with the program I forgot about being of help to her. I apologized to her but I did give her a tour of the building. Showing where the bathrooms were located which is essential information. I showed her where the pool for baptism took place. Where the lunch room was located. Before the second half started I went home excuse me back to TAG job and waited for him to get off work. I felt as like I failed in helping her. Chances are the younger one probably would not stay with me anyway. He is 4 years old. The older one sat quietly where he and follow the instruction to sit quietly. But that is a bit much to ask a 4 year old who has never been in the environment before anyway.

One of the talks was entiled Why give God Glory? this was given by the district overseer , he and his wife served a missionaries in several countries and their missionary service ended within 4 years because they became parents and were sent back to the states. There son is now 39 years old and once he got to be an adult they got involved with the circuit work and then district work. His talk was very encouraging. He started by defining the word glory......I will be going again next saturday and I will stay for the full program on both days. Starts at 9:30 in the morning end at 4:00 in the afternoon.

Since I got married I moved into a new circuit and have not enjoyed an Assembly with friends and family. I enjoyed hanging with them and I know this is the reason I was not of much help to my coworker/friend.

I hope she enjoyed the program and I look forward to hearing what she thought of the whole thing.


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