Wait for it, I’m not pitting who you think I am.
So, about 10:00 Saturday morning I hear a knock on the door. I open it to a friendly-looking older gentleman in a suit with a 20-something guy (also in a suit) standing behind him holding a backpack.
I ask if I may help them, since I figured they might be salesmen. Older guy asked for my brother by first name. I say he’s a work. He tells me that he came by about six weeks earlier and gave him some magazines. Why don’t I take some? Sure, I says.
He goes through some sort of file he’s got with him, pulls out two brochures and gives them to me. One is titled, Does God really care? with a picture of a starving village on the front. The other is called, The Watchtower. Ah, I says to myself. Jehovah’s Witnesses. I take the magazines and tell the guy I’ll look through them.
Fast forward to later that same day. My dad comes into my room to tell me that he’s going to be going to his fiancee’s house. He sees the two brochures sitting on the corner of my desk. He picks them up and says, “What are you doing with this trash?” and throws them away.
“Um, I was actually going to read those.”
“Why would you do that?”
“I don’t know, Dad. To get a better understanding of the world?”
“Whatever. Just don’t buy into any of their garbage.”
WTF? I thought you supported my attempts to better myself. I figured that if I read about them, perhaps I might come to understand their point. Maybe when they came back, I might be able to have a discussion with them. Don’t you think that having raised me to be a Good Christian Man[sup]TM[/sup] I would be strong enough in my faith to not have it usurped by a couple of brochures? How’s about trusting in your own son? I mean, damn!
