Watchtower Wavers Watching Me

Yesterday while coming home, I was approached by two Jehovah's Witnesses at my bus stop. I was smoking and keeping a distance from others, because that's what you do when you're considerate of people.

They spotted me. I spotted them. Ironically I've been reading Washington Gladden's "Who Wrote The Bible" during my commutes for the last few weeks. Yeah, it's lengthy and sometimes I start yawning off.

Wanting to see where they'd go, I let 'em come. The first thing in dealing with someone trying to tell you you're wrong; me being sound in my faith in Christianity and not about to argue it; I put a stop to things.

When he went to hand me 'The Watchtower', I told him; quite dumbly and without expression; "I'm not able to read".

Noticed a reaction on the facial expression of the 'hammer', the backup gal.

He went into his 'Bible' and 'shared' with me. I listened to him and let my eyes roam over the page without looking at his fingerpointing. It's when it hit me...

he told me souls are not immortal...from only one scripture read from Ezekiel.

I kept up the simpleton act, he said something about the next time another 'Witness' would read to me another day, and off him and his gal went.

The only way he'd have understood his soul being immortal would have been to have ended his life at that moment. Since sending him to Hell wasn't an alternative, I let him live, prayed for him, and hope for the best.

...and I actually believe pigs fly. They do it all the time in Downtown Jacksonville!