Awake! Danger in Too Much Kindness?
The Jehovah's Witnesses have pegged me as a golden child. It's true. My mother always taught me to be kind to everyone and in this case, it has gotten me into a predicament. It is not as if I have not encountered them before in other stages of my life, it is just different this time. In previous meetings with the JW's, I was given an Awake! pamphlet which I gratefully accepted and they moved on.
The first time I met motherly missionary in her 50's with a flowery hat, I figured she would share a scripture, pass on Awake! and Watchtower and move on to save my neighbors' souls. I was right in the one respect, she did share a scripture give me Awake!, but she saw something in me that gave her cause to come back. And back she came, a week or two later with a new lady companion--this time asking if I'd done my homework and calling my children by name.
I called Jed. "I think the Jehovah's Witnesses think I am ready to convert."
"Well are you?"
"Is it mean to continue letting them come--giving them false hope?"
"Well, it depends on how long you let them come."
"Well, I'm supposed to be nice! And I respect them for their diligence!"
"But it's not nice to string them along."
I am still stringing them along. I have met with them one other time in which I tried to not show as much joy at the scripture shared, but still didn't have the heart to let them know I really love celebrating birthdays and even (yikes) Halloween. I have missed them two more times, I know because Awake! was left on my doorknob with a beige rubber band. They still have hope for me. Which makes me wonder: Am I one of the chosen 144,000?