Saturday, February 21, 2009

Jehovah Should NOT Have to Witness THIS

Funny thing, I was reading a newly discovered blog this morning. She wrote about how Tony Soprano and another nicely-dressed gentlemen arrived at her door to enlighten her. I was amused.

Not 40 minutes later, just a few seconds ago... I heard a tap, tap, tap. I'm not really sure how the dude got all the way from Virginia to California in such a short time -- could there be more than one?

Do I dare mention that I'm still in my pajamas at 9:40 am, I was a bit ripe from 12 rounds of Duck, Duck, Goose, and that I haven't washed my hair in two days? It's true. true. and true.

I peeked out the door and saw a suited-up little boy -- couldn't be more than eight -- standing uncomfortably with a well-groomed grown man. Say what you want about disregarding an adult, but here's a kid who's young and impressionable and I didn't want to be that mean lady with the unwashed hair and scowl, refusing to answer the call.

So I spent a minute or two with the man who was now probably wishing he had chosen a house with a mom who didn't have monkeys on her pants. While he delivered his message, I watched the little boy out of the corner of my eye. Was I imagining that he wished he was spending his Saturday morning playing soccer or video games -- anything but going door to door?

Brady came running over to listen, saying hi to the boy. Here we were, my son looking to me wondering what this interaction meant... and maybe this man's son, feeling a bit insecure, afraid that yet another person would slam the door on him and his dad.

I thanked them for coming, happily accepted his pamphlets, and closed the door while smiling back at my little guy.

While I'm not packing up the kids to head off to church to continue our education, I guess you could say I'm now a part of the Jehovah Witness protection program -- because the opportunity to teach a child through example sometimes happens when you're not wearing a bra.


Ramona said...

Was coming back to your blog to comment about NapCast (actually to say I was getting ready to listen again becuase half way through a rabid child interrupted with her piercing screams and growls) when I saw the JW post. Must be some special witness week because they came to my door yesterday, too. That's all I have to say about that. I thoroughly appreciated your insight for the little boy - I'll have to keep that in mind should I be blind-sided at my door again.

Anonymous said...

You are one funny girl! I found you via Twitter...I'm @yourimpact. I loved your post, and am looking forward to reading more of your blog. That last sentence had me laughing out loud!

Unknown said...

I am laughing so hard I think I may have just peed in my pants (great...that makes MORE laundry for me to wash).

Yeah, there was no little boy at my door...just "Tony" & his side-kick. I'm sure if there was a little boy, then my son would have been offering him green M&M's at 10am.

Man, they travel fast! Wait...they didn't tell you they would be back, did they? "Tony" told me he would be...I think I'm skeered.

CAT said...

Actually, I have great respect for the Witnesses as they seem to be the only ones who follow Jesus' command at Matthew 28:19,20 to "Go ye therefore and make disciples of people of all the nations, teaching them..." and they actually go from house to house (Acts 20:20) talking about God's Kingdom, just like Jesus and his disciples did back in the first century and that has got to be a really hard thing to do, especially not knowing who is on the other side of each door. (Oops - sorry for my run-on sentence.)

Maci Miller said...

Nice, very nicely done. You are such a great writer. I just popped over after taking a blogging break and it's always a joy to read your posts.