I recently discribed my home and my immediate community and even mentioned good neighbours and friends. A peaceful, comfortable, and safe community.
There's this one truly awkward scene that's played out again and again...
Just an hour or two ago, folks from a certain religion stopped by my home. For the first time ever I did not open the doors for them. At this moment I feel guilt and am uncomfortable because of what I did not do...
...what if the fellow in the nice suit was Jesus? What if the lady with the pretty dress on was Jesus?
The two did slide a Whatchtower flyer into my door. Today, for the first time in English.
Let me share and make this clear and with God's truth, since my family and I moved into our home, which has been some bit about six years or more, "everytime" we, which is usually I open the door to speak with our guests, we am refused communications or even a talk with them on my front porch...
...because, you hear, I/we do not speak fluent Spanish. The guests thank me/us, apologize and scoot to my neighbours home. They don't speak Spanish neither.
I asked one time very recently, to three guest at my front door, "Oh so, because I don't speak fluent Spanish, I'm not permitted to have company with The One God in your church". One man, out of the blue clear sky suddenly remembered he spoke English and was all aflutter...
Oh no, yacky-yack-yack! Oh, this and oh, that. Until I wished them a good day and closed my door's....
...and I just had a brain fart, I think I remembered not to feel too dang frustrated about this. The chances are, based on past occurances, I would have been given the same ole, "Oh so soddy, no speaka da Englisha"...
...and I don't speak Spanish.
BUT, I know who my God is! I know who Jesus is! I know who The Great Spirit is.
It's all about A ONE GOD, my dearest brothers and sisters!
Has this ever happened to you too?
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