I got back earlier this afternoon from my stag do.
Part one was a tremendously fun day of paintball, quad biking and clay pigeon shooting at Highland Activities. They’re based in Kinloch Laggan, on a vast estate in a beautiful part of the world where cheesy TV drama Monarch of the Glen was filmed. Part two was a night of food, music, one or two beverages and lots of laughs at a house in Contin.
It was great fun but I am now shattered.
The last thing I needed, then, barely half an hour after getting home, was some Jehovah’s Witnesses knocking on the door.
Funny really, because I somehow knew that it would be some sort of religious visitor when I heard the knock, and it was only Monday past that I had two other JWs trying to tell me something or other. Like that earlier visit, I gave them short thrift, interrupting their polite spiel to tell them I wasn’t interested and was a Christian, closing the door in their face as politely and firmly as I could.
It brought to mind that I had them at my door a few weeks ago too – and that wasn’t the first time. Always in two, always starting out with an indirect line of conversation – starting out with leaflets about drug abuse, blood transfusions or “the truth”. However, I am now skilled in instant recognition of copies of “The Watchtower” so am able to interrupt their enquiry before they get too far into their stride.
I am sure I should deal with them in a better way – by authoritatively taking apart their arguments, or showing their faith up to be an alarming misuse of the Bible; and of course I could certainly be more polite. All of the above require patience and research, however, and I have a tendency to neither, at least on this matter.
But more than that, I am a bit concerned that they have been at my door so much lately. Either they are rubbish at cross-referencing their outreach plans, or they are just hugely persistent. And am I doing something wrong? Am I only encouraging them by answering the door?
Now they know someone lives here who isn’t 100% rude or abusive (surely not that rare?), are they going to redouble their efforts? There’s a Kingdom Hall not a million miles away from my flat, so perhaps I am one of their targets – handy, unthreatening, and professing a faith they regard as close to their own.
I wonder how soon it will be before they’re round again…