When I was a younger man, I would occasionally have a couple of Jehovah's Witness' come to my door. Being a Catholic, I would usually tell them
that and I would dismiss them out of hand. I'm sad to say that sometimes I was quite rude (hardly the way a Christian should
act, eh? The
Jehovah's witness' were always polite in spite of the fact that I might not have been.
Throughout the years, I have had my Saturday or Sunday mornings "disrupted" by a knock at the door. Throughout those years I have always come up
with one excuse or another why I simply could not spend the time talking to them. Yet, they always seemed to persist, perhaps they would call it
Recently, during one of the coldest days of the Winter, I was looking out my window. I spotted two conservatively dressed men carefully navigating
their way along the icy sidewalks. They were carrying Bibles and I could see the top of a pamphlet sticking out of one of their coat pockets. It was
The Jehovah's Witness' were coming. I had been up early that particular Saturday morning, I was just sitting around doing the Saturday Crossword
with a cup of coffee from a freshly brewed pot of coffee. It was obviously cold outside and I thought, "what the heck? I'll let these guys in.
We'll talk religion, the Bible and maybe let them warm up a bit. Why not?" I distinctly remembering thinking that maybe I could even convert them
to Catholicism or something. Rather vain of me, eh?
Anyway, I let these guys in and I proceeded to have an absolutely delightful morning. Really. These guys, the Jehovah's Witness', always seem to
travel in pairs; one relatively young member and an older fellow. Obviously, one mentors the other as they go about their missionary work.
I don't know if "my" Jehovah's Witness' were, "somehow", different but it just didn't seem that they were trying all that hard to convert me.
I thought that I would be verbally pummelled by their religious zeal and fervor. Instead, we drank coffee, chatted about the weather, talked about
the state of the world and we agreed that the world would certainly be better off "if we all could just get along."
All in all, it wasn't a bad experience. I learned a bit about their faith and some of the tenets. I was surprised to learn that they didn't
celebrate Christmas and that Jehovah's Witness' had been persecuted by the Nazi's during WWII. Who knew? I hadn't even imagined German
Jehovah's Witness', though the image of "Sgt. Schultz", from "Hogan's Heroes" as a Jehovah's Witness flashed through my mind.
I learned a lot about the Jehovah's Witness' from these two men. We had a good talk and, over the months, a few more. I was taken with the level
of dedication that the Jehovah's Witness' demonstrate for their faith.
Now I don't really know if I can call the Jehovah Witness' a cult, though I suppose you could. I'm a Catholic and I've heard fundamentalist
Christians call Catholicism a cult so I suppose one could brand any
religion a cult if one wanted to. All that I know is that people are
people and I have nothing but respect for all peoples and their beliefs' as long as they "do no harm".