I speak from personal experience, I have been married to an unbeliever for 12 years, I was raised in the truth and have been disfellowshipped and returned 3 times always behind a relationship with a worldly man. While I would hope that my husband will have a change of heart, the reality is he most likely will not. As a result none of my children serve Jehovah now. I only wish I had taken heed to the counsel given to all of us regarding marriage. Below is a poem written by an unknown sister, please give it serious thought.
HE DOESN'T SERVE GOD
I'd like to tell you a story, about true love at last.
It's very informative and has an interesting cast.
So pay close attention, it's sad but true,
And don't ever think this can't happen to you.
I met him during lunch break on a sunny day,
He sat next to me and smiled, as I was about to pray.
We talked on and on. He was such a gentleman.
I wished that this moment would never end.
Ah, but then it came to be the end of my lunch hour.
I tell you when he stood up, he looked just like a tower!
We met again and again. Our souls began to cling.
I pondered in my mind, "Is this the REAL thing?"
He doesn't smoke or drink, or gamble away his money.
He doesn't do drugs or things like that and he's nobody's "honey".
Let's face it, he's fine and he's really got a great "bod".
The only thing that's missing is he doesn't serve God.
I'll just give him a chance, he'll change in time.
I won't mind being "his", if he'd like to be "mine".
My friends tried to warn me. I didn't listen or care.
Little did I know my life would be one of despair.
The wedding was fine. The judge married us in the fall.
You see, I couldn't have a wedding in a Kingdom Hall.
My dad, no, he didn't give me away.
With the pain in his heart, he didn't have much to say.
Mom, listen to me, please don't cry and whine.
Don't worry about us, we'll be just fine.
I've got a good man and he has a good job.
The only thing is, he doesn't serve God.
Everything is going fine, but recently at night.
When it's time for the meeting, we just fuss and fight.
He says, "Who's this God, breaking us apart?
Don't go tonight dear, please follow your heart."
So I listen and stay, to keep peace at home.
But now oftentimes, I feel so all-alone.
I don't associate with the friends much at all,
To keep peace at home, I don't go to the Hall.
Service and Meetings, all that's history.
Today, I decorated my first Holiday Tree.
The holiday celebrations are now part of my life.
You see, I must obey my husband, for I am his wife.
The brothers would call. I wouldn't answer the door.
I don't read the magazines. Reading is such a bore.
Marrying out of the Truth, it really sets you "free".
"Free" from Jehovah's love that once was in me.
I just got the news! I'm having a "little one"!
I can hardly wait to tell my dear "Hon".
He was in a bad mood. He lost his job that day.
He told me as he hit me, "That's just one more bill to pay!"
Then he apologized, "I'm sorry, please forgive me Dear."
You see, I've heard those words more often than I'd like to hear.
I have two jobs now. I must support my household.
My husband says he'll find work, but now that's getting old.
I'm tired. I'm stressed. I'm feeling very strange.
My schedule at both jobs, I'll have to rearrange.
I should be very happy, the baby is due any day.
Things just have to get better, somehow, some way.
I'm married to this man, for better or for worse.
The only problem is, he doesn't put Jehovah first.
The baby came today, she's so little and so light.
She's not crying or making noise, something's just not right.
"What could be wrong?" I thought aloud as I lay in bed.
In came the doctor looking sad, and then he shook his head.
"Mrs. Unbeliever," he said, "there's something I must confess."
You and the baby tested positive to the new HIV test.
I started crying. I couldn't believe the words the doctor said.
To know that in a very short time, my child and I'd be dead!
Listen to me! All of you! I'm telling you to your face!
To marry an Unbeliever, is a TOTAL DISGRACE,
To Jehovah, our loving father, who provides for his sheep.
That's why he sets the guidelines for us to hold and keep.
Wait on Jehovah. In his due time He'll set things straight.
Be patient, and He'll give you a Theocratic mate.
One who loves Jehovah and you know that he'll do right.
One who'll be there with you when it comes to "Meeting" night.
A worldly man has nothing to offer - really nothing at all,
But unhappiness, sadness, sorrow, and a very serious fall.
So be wise my Sisters, and brothers too please don't try to rush things.
Wait patiently on Jehovah, and accept the blessings he brings.
Don't look to worldly men as mates, at your job or at the Mall.
REMEMBER! Brothers that serve Jehovah are at the Kingdom Hall Author Unknown
Now consider what you have to look forward to:
'One day of the Real Life'
Nowadays I like getting up with the sun and starting my day while it’s fresh and new. No more hitting that snooze button until the very last minute and dreading the workday ahead of me! I feel better and better every day, and I can’t help but notice I look better too. I have several jobs, and today I am privileged to be doing my very favorite task! Besides studying with newly resurrected ones, I have been granted the privilege of using my home as a sort of New System Bed and Breakfast. While the Resurrection Center was being constructed, I had a house full, 2 couples and two single sisters who lived here with me temporarily. Now that that work is over, families who live too far away from the Resurrection Center come and stay with me, sometimes just a few nights, often a week while their newly resurrected loved ones acclimate to this wonderful new world. This house has seen so much joy!
I have company arriving today – two fleshly brothers whose parents died in a car accident and are going to be resurrected in the same week. I want to make something special for tonight, so I head out to the raspberry patch to gather some to add to the apple pie I’m planning for dessert. The fox family that lives among the raspberry bushes comes out to greet me, the mother elegantly gliding toward me to have her chin scratched, and three cubs tumbling over each other in their play. My chickens aren’t a bit alarmed at all these foxes nearby, they go on searching for worms and scratching around the yard, clucking contentedly to one another.I’m nearly finished gathering berries when I notice two people coming along the path at the top of the hill. My Mother and her sister JoeAnn often come over for a cup of tea early in the morning; their home is only a 15 minute walk away through a beautiful wildflower garden, around the little pond, then through the forest and down the grassy hill to my house. The two of them are halfway here when a tall blond boy emerges from the woods, running as fast as his long legs will carry him to catch up to them. Their conversation stops as they turn at the sound, the youth skids to a stop to talk to them. Whatever Mom tells him, I can see it’s what he was hoping for, because he hugs her so hard he picks her up, and then leaving the path he runs towards the barn. My favorite Icelandic mare has a two week old foal, so I know where my brother is heading!
He notices me as he runs, he waves but doesn’t slow down – I’m glad, even after all these years I still get tears in my eyes sometimes at the sight of him. Dougie had died in the old world when he was only a baby, and the day he was resurrected was one of the happiest of all of our lives. My dear Mom had kept so much of the pain of losing him to herself, but when they placed her baby boy in her arms, she cried tears of joy for days afterwards. She and JoeAnn have really enjoyed raising him, from a chubby blond baby to an enthusiastic teenager now as tall as me, and sure to grow taller.I’m glad Dougie – no, he wants to be called Doug now, he thinks it sounds so much more grown up – went to the barn, I know he’ll put out fresh food and water for the animals, so I’ll have plenty of time to give him another lesson driving the curricle. What a joy it’s been to watch him grow up in this new world, with no more worries of sickness or any other harm coming to him.
I go into the house to put the tea kettle on to boil, and soon Mom and JoeAnn come in, full of happiness and good health. They both look radiant from their walk, and so beautiful. No more gray hair – in fact, Mom’s hair is thicker and more beautiful than in her youth. Their wrinkles have faded away from their faces; they seem to look younger every time I see them. Mom has a package with her, as she unwraps it she tells me it came yesterday from the message service with a long letter from my daughter Bethany. She and her husband are in the reconstruction work, but somehow she managed to find the time to paint a portrait of her newest granddaughter, Elizabeth. The picture is beautifully done, a sleeping chubby infant perhaps a few weeks old. Bethany always had artistic talent, but in the new world now, growing towards perfection, she has really surpassed herself. Busy with construction projects, Bethany isn’t spending a lot of time working on art – she knows she has forever to develop her talent! This painting she did especially for her grandmother and it warms my heart to see how happy Mom is.
While I make the pie crust and cut up the apples, we exchange news of friends and family, many of t