Jehovah’s came to visit me this morning. They always ring the doorbell when Wil is not here and when I am in my pajamas. My first thought was, “Could I just ignore them? Would they go away?” Instead, I peeked my head out the door and with a smile I greeted them. Two sweet looking older men stood there and began with a question about whether God would want peace on this Earth. I answered their questions with generic yes’s and nods of my head, anything to get the whole thing over with. They handed me their pamphlet, said they’d love to meet Wil one day (because I totally name dropped halfway through) and within 3 minutes they were walking away and I was locking the door.
The telemarketer’s of the religious world, I have been approached a handful of times by Jehovah Witnesses. When I was younger, seeing strangers at my door threw up all sorts of red flags and I’d give them disapproving looks. Interestingly enough, I still know pretty much nothing about their religion. It had me thinking this morning about being an Episcopalian and if people want to brush me aside as quickly as possible when they see me coming. We only want religion when it is convenient for us. We go to the stores and we are bombarded by advertisements, we read the information, we are tempted by the sham wow but a telemarketer calls and it’s dinner time or we are in the middle of a hobby and it bothers us, they entered OUR world, not theirs. God, if you believe, is always there, always surrounding us and so why would someone giving their spin on God be such a bother? We carve out time for God on Sundays, don’t we?
When they left, for the first time, I decided I was kind of impressed by Jehovah’s. They are not scared to straight up go door to door to get a few sentences about God in your ear. Have they ever changed my mind or made me think further? Well, apparently yes because I’m writing this now and I think that is the whole point. Sure, they’d like something from me, I’m still not sure what; for me to become a Jehovah’s Witness, a donation for gas or printing fees for the pamphlet? They have never asked for it though in exact words. I make the decision to answer the door like I make the decision to pick up the phone. What I want more then anything is for them to see that an Episcopalian is ready to listen. I am ready to hear and I am ready to smile at them and show them what God is to me, the opened door.