I got out of the shower and my wife informed me that some Jehovah’s Witnesses had just come to the door. I tore off my towel, got dressed and saw them walking right outside my house. As always, they were very well-dressed and so polite. I asked them what they were doing and they handed me one of those cheesy, pastel-colored flyers—an invitation to their big convention in Long Beach. I smiled broadly and said excitedly, “I’m going!” “You are?” the well-dressed lady replied with great joy. “I sure am, and I can’t wait.” The lady was bubbling over with elation, “How wonderful!” “Yes!” I said. “And I’m bringing a whole bunch of people with me too!” “Oh that is so incredible. Now you know where it is right?” I nodded. “Can we come at lunch time?” I asked. That won’t be a problem?” Mrs. Jehovah said, “Just come on down, that will be wonderful!” I waved goodbye as she scurried down my steps bubbling over with excitment over the potential converts that were coming to their shindig.
I have to admit that I felt a little bit guilty… NOT!