In a recent reply to another post of mine Jehovah’s Witnesses were mentioned, and it occured to me that these days Jehovah’s Witnesses just seem to pop the Watchtower through the door and scuttle off.
When I was a child they were much more tenacious, and unless someone was incredibly rude would keep talking almost no matter what. I remember my mother saying that on no account should you ever let them in, because if you did you would never get rid of them. They seemed to turn up quite regularly in our street.
On one occasion when I was about 13 or 14, I remember my father who was a Freemason, (Those of the funny handshakes and pinnys) was learning his words from his little blue Freemasons handbook, so it must have been a Thursday, when the door rang. As Dad was busy I went and answered, and lo and behold it was the Jehovah’s witnesses.
Now by this age I had a fully developed argumentative streak, which I couldn’t have inherited from my parents because they both still had theirs, and so I dived right in arguing each and every point. After about twenty minutes or so Dad presumably began to wonder where I was and came to the door.
Dad said hello, but stood behind me for a little while not saying very much listening to the doorstep discussion. I can’t remember exactly what prompted him to finally say something but eventually he did saying that the only reason he believed in god, was because the devil had to exist otherwise why was there so much evil in the world. (Which wasn’t true he was just being provocative.)
A further discussion on the nature of evil, and the devil’s role in the world ensued for another good half hour, including an exploration as to why the devil couldn‘t repent, with dad taking Lucifer’s side. Eventually Dad finally looked at his watch. (Yes it was that long ago, people wore watches and didn’t check the time on their mobiles.)
Not thinking at all about what he was saying Dad said in all innocence, ‘I’m sorry I have to say goodbye I have a ritual to learn,’ and went back inside.
The Jehovah’s Witness looked at me.
I smiled back.
The Jehovah’s witness rather nervously I thought said goodbye and disappeared down the path. And we never had a Jehovah’s Witness visit the house ever again.