A publisher, an elder and a bethelite entered a packed district assembly.
Finally, after searching for a while, the publisher found a free seat and sat down.
In the same moment, he cried out in pain: A long rusty nail had drilled into his ass.
"Oh No" he exclaimed in paid. When the brother next to him asked if he was alright, the publisher ranted, This is Satan's fault! I had to get up this morning at 3 o'clock, get dressed and drive here as fast as possible to find a parking space and then try to find an empty seat. And now that happens! I am also hungry and thirsty and there is nothing to buy and no where to get any food. I can't even see a toilet. Is this Christian love? I'm going home again, bye! Furiously and in rage he left the hall.
Now, after he was gone, the elder came in, found the seat the publisher had just vacated and sat down. When the rust nail drilled into his backside, a paroxysmal jerk went through his body. With an iron expression, immovable, without twitching with an eyelash, he got up, set his tie right, took his books, ballpoint pens, and bag, and whispered in the ear of the brother sitting next to him "Sorry, dear brother. I have to stand up and leave the hall again. Unfortunately, I forgot the manuscript I had prepared for my talk this afternoon. I wish you a nice and edifying day"! With stiff steps, he moved his body up to the exit.
After some time the bethelite came in and took the seat that had been vacated by the publisher and the elder. When the rusty nail bore into his behind the smile on his face became brighter, and his expression was one of contentment and showed fortunate he felt to have taken this particular seat. "Oh, isn't it wonderful and encouraging, brother", he whispered in the ear of the brother sitting next to him, "to really feel the Holy Spirit that emanates from Jehovah's earthly organization?"
Finally, after searching for a while, the publisher found a free seat and sat down.
In the same moment, he cried out in pain: A long rusty nail had drilled into his ass.
"Oh No" he exclaimed in paid. When the brother next to him asked if he was alright, the publisher ranted, This is Satan's fault! I had to get up this morning at 3 o'clock, get dressed and drive here as fast as possible to find a parking space and then try to find an empty seat. And now that happens! I am also hungry and thirsty and there is nothing to buy and no where to get any food. I can't even see a toilet. Is this Christian love? I'm going home again, bye! Furiously and in rage he left the hall.
Now, after he was gone, the elder came in, found the seat the publisher had just vacated and sat down. When the rust nail drilled into his backside, a paroxysmal jerk went through his body. With an iron expression, immovable, without twitching with an eyelash, he got up, set his tie right, took his books, ballpoint pens, and bag, and whispered in the ear of the brother sitting next to him "Sorry, dear brother. I have to stand up and leave the hall again. Unfortunately, I forgot the manuscript I had prepared for my talk this afternoon. I wish you a nice and edifying day"! With stiff steps, he moved his body up to the exit.
After some time the bethelite came in and took the seat that had been vacated by the publisher and the elder. When the rusty nail bore into his behind the smile on his face became brighter, and his expression was one of contentment and showed fortunate he felt to have taken this particular seat. "Oh, isn't it wonderful and encouraging, brother", he whispered in the ear of the brother sitting next to him, "to really feel the Holy Spirit that emanates from Jehovah's earthly organization?"
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