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Augustinian
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I think if you live in a home where the entrance is close to the street with few stairs, you’ll get a lot more Jehovah Witnesses- and a lot more Fuller Brush folks too.
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LostSheep7
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The last time they came was four years ago. I politely told them I wasn’t interested and they never came back.
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christofirst
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For me, over 10 years ago. I used to work with one.
They come to my mom’s door every so often, but she’s practically deaf and never hears to answer the door (which is just as well). I find their literature left in the mailbox.
They come to my mom’s door every so often, but she’s practically deaf and never hears to answer the door (which is just as well). I find their literature left in the mailbox.
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mVitus
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I remember seeing their table at the local community college. The most interesting time was when the blood drive table was six feet away.
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taribo
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Not spoken to Jehova’s in ages but we do have Mormons coming round and they can be real pests. They didn’t seem to get the message that I was happy as a Catholic and didn’t want to convert. The Priest has me well warned to steer clear of them.
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Augustinian
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Of course, Mormon “elders” as they call the very young men that do their missionary work, only sign on for limited enlistment terms and their real homes are a long way from their mission field. They are most often white guys in white shirts and dark ties.
Jehovah folks are local people who stay local, live in their own homes, and continue on with their work for the entire time they are in the sect, which could be many decades. Around here , they are most often middle aged women of color.
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taribo
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thanks for the reply. The Mormons were really polite but a bit much for me to be honest. We don’t have any people of colour round here (South West Scotland).
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Augustinian
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The Mormon missionaries are living the life, presenting their religious beliefs to strangers is their entire life for their tour of duty.
Different than a Jehovah witness who is permanently attached to the community and has a regular job in the local economy, doing their missionary work on evenings/weekends.
Different than a Jehovah witness who is permanently attached to the community and has a regular job in the local economy, doing their missionary work on evenings/weekends.
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taribo
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didn’t know that, you learn something new every day!
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DisorientingSneeze
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A few months back, inside the grocery store. It was an absolutely tiny old woman who spoke only Spanish.
I told her I didnt speak much Spanish, but I told her this in Spanish so my credibility was shot. That made her talk even faster as she lovingly pet my children’s heads in the shopping cart and pointed to a watchtower pamphlet also in Spanish. I nodded at nouns I recognized, probably giving her false hope of my conversion.
Eventually I said in butchered Spanish that we are very happy in the Catholic Church and wished her a good day. I realized even that didn’t stop her so I pointed in the distance, said, “aguacates!” and rolled out fast and awkward toward the aguacates. I should really improve my Spanish. Evangelism opportunities are being thrown right in the basura by my inability to keep up.
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Augustinian
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Can’t know every language. As far as my Spanish, I’m basically limited to “hey ese, wasp holmes.”
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AlbertDerGrosse
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Unbeknownst to you that was probably a good way to distract her before bolting! In some variants of Spanish you say “Aquas!” to mean, like “Heads up!” or “Watch out!”, so if you had pointed at something and said “Aquacates!” I would’ve assumed that was another cutesy way of saying that and I would’ve turned my head to make sure I wasn’t about to get hit or something.
But I agree, it never hurts to brush up on your Spanish. In the mean time you could probably pick up some Catholic Answers tracks en Español and just do a little intercambio for the Awake! or whatever their magazines are called these days.
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edtaylor51
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I work with a few, one reports directly to me. He and I have respectful discussions, no conversion attempts by either of us. We talk other religions too. EL/YHWY, Marduk, The Book of Enoch and other non-canonical books, Norse gods, etc.
When his group is doing door-to-doors, and they Mormons meet on the street…look out…
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AlbertDerGrosse
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They look like they’re lining up like the singers in the music video of Billy Joel’s The Longest Time.
I’m curious if Mormons and JWs even run into each other anymore. It seems to me the JWs have gotten smart with their strategy and instead of going door to door looking for converts, they set up stands in public places with heavy foot traffic like subway stations or parks and wait for the potential converts to come to them. Mormons on the other had have retreated to doing their proselytizing on social media, and relying more so on word of mouth referrals.
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edtaylor51
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He said hes crossed paths with Mormons twice actually. No knife fights.
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MonteRCMS
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I used to invite all of them over. Great prayer and scripture get-togethers.
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EvangelistVictor
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3 months ago debated scripture with my wife’s uncle for 2 hours who was a die hard JW elder. The final straw was hin not believing in heaven after death. That was the last thing we talked about.
Two months later he dies of a heart attack. Guess he found out if I was right or not.
A week after his death my wife has a vision of him in our kitchen. I told her he might be in purgatory as he did grow up possibly Catholic.
Two months later he dies of a heart attack. Guess he found out if I was right or not.
A week after his death my wife has a vision of him in our kitchen. I told her he might be in purgatory as he did grow up possibly Catholic.
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frarmandofm
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This happened many, many years ago…
I was sharing a house with seven other college guys one summer. One particular Friday night, we had a large social gathering that included conspicuous consumption of the fruit of the vine and other beverages that aren’t legal until one reaches 21 years of age. The social gathering ended in the very wee hours of Saturday morning with a round of cigars smoked by all.
Around 9:00 Saturday morning, I drug myself out of bed with a monster hangover and headed downstairs to get something to nurse my splitting headache. I heard someone in the living room talking to Bruce, one of my roommates. What I didn’t realize is that Bruce had passed out on the sofa at the end of the party. Saturday morning, the doorbell rang and he answered to find two Jehovah’s Witnesses. I’m not sure why, but he invited them in to our living room which was covered with half-empty and empty beer cups, ashtrays filled to overflowing, and that always-pleasant stale-beer-and-cheap-cigar-and-cigarette aroma.
Bruce saw me coming down the stairs and says, “These guys are here to see you!” and took off up the stairs, almost knocking me over as he made his escape.
It was an interesting conversation to say the least.
Someday, I may forgive Bruce for that little stunt.
I was sharing a house with seven other college guys one summer. One particular Friday night, we had a large social gathering that included conspicuous consumption of the fruit of the vine and other beverages that aren’t legal until one reaches 21 years of age. The social gathering ended in the very wee hours of Saturday morning with a round of cigars smoked by all.
Around 9:00 Saturday morning, I drug myself out of bed with a monster hangover and headed downstairs to get something to nurse my splitting headache. I heard someone in the living room talking to Bruce, one of my roommates. What I didn’t realize is that Bruce had passed out on the sofa at the end of the party. Saturday morning, the doorbell rang and he answered to find two Jehovah’s Witnesses. I’m not sure why, but he invited them in to our living room which was covered with half-empty and empty beer cups, ashtrays filled to overflowing, and that always-pleasant stale-beer-and-cheap-cigar-and-cigarette aroma.
Bruce saw me coming down the stairs and says, “These guys are here to see you!” and took off up the stairs, almost knocking me over as he made his escape.
It was an interesting conversation to say the least.
Someday, I may forgive Bruce for that little stunt.
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rondirect
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Pretty much the same here. I like to engage them in conversation and thank them for stopping by (you know, going out to spread the Word). I explain my position in the Catholic church and share a bit. Years ago they were more aggressive, but I think they are now instructed to not to be. At the end of our conversation, the pamphlet comes out and I simply say, “I’ll take it if you will allow me to give you a book about the Catholic church.” The response is silence as they place their pamphlet back in their bag. Or, I just say, “please give that to a person who really needs to read it.” We part nicely.
One day, I might add, they interrupted by weekend duties I was working on with my wife. Curious as to my whereabouts, she heard me talking outside and politely asked me to rejoin her. As my wife walked away, one JW gent told me, “you know…the Bible states that the man is the head of his household!” He was lucky that my wife did not hear him. We all silently went on our way. I said nothing, but my facial expression said it all!
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Saw two old JW’s today when I was putting an old couch on the side of the road for someone to take. They didn’t even try to talk to me. Maybe it was the American Flag shirt I was wearing. They were just asking about the couch.
Saw two old JW’s today when I was putting an old couch on the side of the road for someone to take. They didn’t even try to talk to me. Maybe it was the American Flag shirt I was wearing. They were just asking about the couch.
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