The bespectacled women of middle age wearing a modest skirt and boring blouse, brought to mind an old style schoolmarm. There could be no mistaking what she really was though. She got out of a car stuffed with people.
Some readers may recall, some months ago, I complained that the Jevoah Witness brigade found me here at the homestead. Frankly, I'd forgotten about the intrusion until recently when they returned. They've ramped up their efforts, before it was only pamphlets, now there's face time.
There's a sign on the fence near our back porch that reads: Warning Bad Dog. Schoolmarm asked if the dogs were indeed bad. I said, of course not...towards those who belong here. Schoolmarm looked confused. Then she asked if I found comfort in God. Of course, I said. She said my neighbors didn't seek comfort in God. Sorry to hear that, I said. She read a line from one of Paul's letters off of a handheld gadget. Then she gave me a pamphlet.
A couple months later as I was carrying groceries into the house, that car stuffed with people crept up the driveway. The Schoolmarm got out. I'm in the middle of taking in groceries, I told her. This will just take a moment, she said. What do you think of when you think of Heaven?
I said, I think about that part in Revelations at the throne and angels singing Holy Holy Holy. I also like the lion laying down with the lamb stuff. Where's that? Isaiah?
She didn't answer. She read a snippet from another of Paul's letters from a handheld gadget and gave me a pamphlet.
Later, I read the pamphlet. There wasn't much information about Heaven. The New Testament was put in quotes. Jesus was referred to as Michael. Then there was a wispy description of the qualifications of some guy with a French name who apparently did the translation of the Gospels for the JW's. It was explained that the Catholics got the translations wrong because they clouded their thinking by studying philosophy.
When the Schoolmarm comes back, I'm going to ask about her views on philosophy and if she noticed that Paul calls Jesus Jesus rather than Michael.
And I'll wish her Merry Christmas.