Things to do when they come knocking
When they come a knocking.....you can hold the cross up, ......or a smurf, ya know they have been known to shred wt lit. to pieces. nojw
I found my copy of _Studies in the Scriptures_ (Vol. 1, "The Divine Plan of the Ages", complete with the Egyptian flying goober on the front) and the little blue pyramid fold-out is still there and in good shape after over hundred years (Copyright 1886, The Watch Tower Bible and Tract Society, Brooklyn, NY). It's ready for the next knocker.
I also have some print-outs ready on the 1975 cover-up and the Big List (about a hundred pages) of failed WTBTS prophecies; bot are backed up by plenty of WTBTS verbatim references.
Now should I spring any of these on the uninvited callers right away, or should I first let them have a chance to give their complete sales pitch? I'd really like to get a copy of the latest WTBTS reference CD-ROM although I doubt if these are usually carried around in the field service. Would their love of placing paid literature be enough to keep them from running in fear from "old light"?
Now that is a field service experience worth sharing!
I've always been torn between;
A) A careful, considered discussion, not triggering any cult flight reflex, but planting nice ticky ticky mind bombs, and asking to be called on again so I could continue the work.
B) Inviting them in, skinning up a joint, and having my (naked) girlfriend serve them tea, whilst doing the above.
C) If it was a nice fresh virgin pioneer sister, seducing her (with or without my girlfriend being there).
B and C are possible, but I think I'd probably go for A.
I once called on a apartment block, and was doing the speaker 'phones.
This woman answered and I introduced myself. She said "What do you look like"?
I resisted the temptation to say 6'2" blond blue eyes and said 5'7", brown hair, brown eyes (I was only 14).
She asked "Do you wear glasses", to which I replied "No, but I wear contact lenses". At this she said "You're not the one I want", and put the phone down.
I still wonder what she wanted and for what.
I also remember this woman answering the door or rather talking through the door... it was all glass but that obscure glass... either she had pink pygamas with a brown puch or she was naked.
Again, I was about 14.
After that field service went downhill.