For about a year I met with a Jehovah’s Witness in my apartment. My firstborn was but a fuzzy headed baby and I was learning to nurse him. This woman, grey haired and lean, knocked at my door. I was 26 years old, and had no clue what a Jehovah’s Witness was. She came at first with a very proper man, who eventually stopped coming with her. I believe, from time to time, she brought along another, but eventually, it was just Mrs. E, me, and my little baby. Weekly, I would prepare. I would call friends, call Hank from CRI. I read books, and I studied my Bible. I prayed for Mrs. E. I learned about her life. She was the aging mother of seven born children, her husband had died a few years back. She was homeschooling her last born son in her tiny apartment. He worked at a grocery store, and took classes with his mother teaching. Mrs. E ended up with Hodgkins Lymphoma. She traveled to Mexico for some treatments. Then, one day, we were tranfered across the country, and I am ashamed to say I lost contact with Mrs. E. She was a sweet woman, and I wish I had maintained my meetings with her, had written her, and kept contact. I looked her name up when we moved back three years later but didn’t find her.
What did I learn from her? That someone can be totally devoted to a lie. She was such a kind person, the sweetest, really. She loved me, I believe. She wanted me to know what she did, and wanted me to do the right thing. She told me she had enjoyed nurturing and nursing all of her children. You know, we have that in common. In many ways, she and I were very much alike. This woman was not your typical person, spending hours dedicated to witnessing to others, spending time studying her organization’s version of the bible so that she could educate me weekly. She truly did listen to me, but with my inexperience and lack of knowledge, we both put forth some pretty circular arguments. She had something many people don’t have. She was dedicated to her faith. She was willing to take risks, meet in people’s homes (and that in itself can be scary when you don’t know how safe people are). She probably was rejected often, and had rude comments leveled her way. I can believe she had hundreds of doors slammed in her face. Still, she persisted. Even in her illness, she continued on. She had a goal, a required amount of hours to serve, a mission, a vision. She had a passion, and had studied, she had knowledge. So much she had. And she did it all for the Watchtower organization. And all my talking didn’t move her from what I could see. Also, I didn’t become a Jehovah’s Witness, so I guess we were even. I don’t know that anything was accomplished by me. In fact, I know not much was accomplished. I wonder about her now, I am guessing she’s no longer living, but I hope I am wrong. Would love to hear that she had been convinced of the truth at a later time, and really understood that Jesus is the true Son of God and is God. One thing is for sure, I learned from that woman. I learned.