Jehovah witnesses love me
it's true, they do. it's only because i treat them as humans. sounds simple, yeah? my favorite aunt is a Jehovah witness. she is 90 years old. so out of respect and love i have for her, i welcome my space to them.
when i was 6 years old, my sis and i spent a summer with her and my uncle in rochester, new york. we would attend kingdom hall, go door-to-door , handing out watchtower magazines. i loved it. i was a beast. my aunt was convinced i would become one.
there's a funny tale my aunt likes to share. back in the late 80s, Jehovah witnesses would ask for donations of a dollar. well, one particular morning, we're preaching the good word to this gentleman, and followed up with a optional donations request.
man: i only have 60 cents
6 year old me: well, too bad.
and i left that man.
today i invited two witnesses to my home for bible study. our beliefs are very different, but i listened, and shared. it was really nice. i called my aunt to tell her about it. she was tickled, and nearly screamed with excitement. "it's just Bible study, nothin more".
i know i made her day. and for that alone, i will continue meeting with those Jehovah witnesses, even if i have no intent of joining them.
1 Comments:
aww! memories.
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