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Everywhere I’ve lived (in three countries) I’ve been assailed by JWs. The other day I was walking down the road with an Asian friend, when quite a pretty, smiling young woman came up to us and said, “I’d love to talk to you; I’m a Jehovah’s Witness”. “Sorry, I said, Sima here is a Hindu and I’m Anglican so we’re spoken for”. She seemed quite taken aback and did not pursue us.
In Ireland the local JW was well known. He knocked on my door and stareted fulminating about the faults of the RCC. “I was one for 40 years, so I should know”. When he paused for breath, I replied, “well, sorry, I can’t help, I’m Church of Ireland”. He seemed a bit stuck by that and left soon after. I mentioned this to a local RC priest and he said, “I know that guy. He even pesters me at the Presbytery and I give as good as I get”. Knowing the priest as I did, I supect (and hope) he came (the priest) out on top!
Oddly enough I’ve never been approached by a Mormon, but they were well represented in Australia: sombely dressed young Americans (always male) who shouted “good day” as they rode past on their bicycles. But on the suburban train once, I saw a Mormon, carrying various “holy” books, who suddenly found a junkie sitting next to him. “Hey, I just love them books, man”. The Mormon did not seem to know how to reply, so got off at the next station, hotly pursued by the junkie.
I can give some more anecdotes, but since this is a Catholic forum, I’d be grateful for any tips from you guys.
In Ireland the local JW was well known. He knocked on my door and stareted fulminating about the faults of the RCC. “I was one for 40 years, so I should know”. When he paused for breath, I replied, “well, sorry, I can’t help, I’m Church of Ireland”. He seemed a bit stuck by that and left soon after. I mentioned this to a local RC priest and he said, “I know that guy. He even pesters me at the Presbytery and I give as good as I get”. Knowing the priest as I did, I supect (and hope) he came (the priest) out on top!
Oddly enough I’ve never been approached by a Mormon, but they were well represented in Australia: sombely dressed young Americans (always male) who shouted “good day” as they rode past on their bicycles. But on the suburban train once, I saw a Mormon, carrying various “holy” books, who suddenly found a junkie sitting next to him. “Hey, I just love them books, man”. The Mormon did not seem to know how to reply, so got off at the next station, hotly pursued by the junkie.
I can give some more anecdotes, but since this is a Catholic forum, I’d be grateful for any tips from you guys.