Every once in a while, I'll drive thru the blocks of our old territory, remebering the friends, how we would share time in the ministry. Reminiscing about those I left. Every so often, I'll pull out the old photographs. The friends were always willing to pose for photos.
The days we would spend in the book study, those quiet, uncomfortable moments when you would think of something to say as the friends would slowly filter in, the energy slowly coming to full, then suddenly, it was 7 o'clock.......... It's almost surreal.
I haven't seen anyone from my Hall in about 3 years, when they saw me, I was decorated with a full beard, they didn't flinch...much. I think about the few friends I did have. They were regular people, down to earth folks, in fact they were almost worldly....., and I loved them, I could be at home with them and be myself. Then of course, there were those who I would kinda' just scratch my head and.......
You gotta' have some positives in your past as used to be witnesses, no?