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Dave

Sounds like your public might be a bit stumped by that one Tom. Or at least they're not saying anything about it.
Anyway, it's a common dilemma. I'd just be thankful I had a nice chat. Don't s'pose you ever found his son again? Funny, I met a guy recently who started off a bit defensive but softened when I answered his taunt mildly and reasonably. Ended up having a nice chat but he said he had his own religion, which was clear from his initial line of questioning. I like to leave it on a positive note wherever possible so the next witness who calls doesn't get a hard time. There's at least a little satisfaction in that.

Renee Labrenz

Hey Tom. You asked for advice. Instead, I'll share my favorite field service experience which took place in Wolverhampton, England.
I was visiting the Sunday meeting (~2000) and an elderly sister named Babs had befriended me earlier. When I entered the lobby, before the meeting began, she welcomed me and introduced me to her most recent progressive Bible student, David, a 275 pound red-haired, red-bearded Irishman (Babs is an 84-year old, 4"11", 90 pounder.). As Babs walked away to greet others, David said, "If I make it through to the other side, I'm going to build that woman a throne of gold." When I asked "Why?" he told me the story.
In England at the time, the witnesses only carry the Bible to the door and they work their territory in Wolverhampton every 2 weeks. Babs knocked on his yellow door and never spoke a word. He opened the door and slammed it hard. Two weeks later she was back, Bible in hand, and David slammed the door again. This went on for 3 months. Then, when Babe appeared, David would scream at her #@@@#%%# and then slam the door. About this time she told the other friends that this was her call and they would be across the street or in the car watching Babs make her call, with great interest. "Was she getting a little dotty?" they wondered.
After three months of screaming and swearing, David opened the door to this sweet, white-haired, grandmotherly woman and asked, "Why do you keep coming here, woman?"
Babs smiled and explained, "Well, I knew that you had a lot of feelings about either the Bible and/or religion. I knew the feelings you expressed weren't personal, towards me because you don't know me. And I knew that I wasn't a threat to you, because look at me and look at you. Then when you started to speak to me, I realized you were Irish, and that your deep feelings were probably connected to the lies you had been told. I figured you had been told that God is part of a three-headed Trinity, which is quite monstrous really, and that you'd also been told that God Is Love. How can a person love a monster? You were probably quite young when you were taught those things, so how could you reconcile these two concepts? It's enough to cause any thinking person great distress. I am here to show you two scriptures, because we like to establish facts with two witnesses. This will clear up any cause for frustration that you have over this subject." She showed him and he loved what he read. She ended with, "I've enjoyed chatting with you David. My husband and I sometime take our evening walk down this street. I do hope we come across each other again." Then she walked away.
Two weeks later she was back. "David! I've been thinking about you. I thought you might have been taught that there is a burning hellfire, and that you'd like to reconcile that idea with the fact that God Is Love."
"Yes," he hungrily agreed.
She showed him two scriptures and said, "David, I have so enjoyed this. I sometimes shop at that market across the road. Perhaps we'll see each other sometime. I hope so." Then she walked away.
Two weeks later, she was back. "I've been thinking bout you, David. I'd like to show you two scriptures that explain God's view of pedophile priests." She did and before she turned to walk away, he grabbed the sleeve of her coat.
"No!" he said. "You can't leave me. I want more." This is how she and her husband, Ken, began to study the Bible with David. So many lessons in this experience. I would have probably put him on a "do not call" list. Now here he was, finishing his study and preparing to go to NY to visit the Watchtower buildings and bring the truth to his son.
My favorite experience of all time! Love Tom Irregardless, BTW.

tom harley

the trick is to never take things personally.

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