Dating A Jehovah’s Witness

It was the best year of my life when I met and dated a JW girl. We had a lot of fun, a  lot of laughs and what was by all appearances a loving, warm relationship. She was sweet, funny and really affectionate. For nearly the entire year she was in a wheelchair as the result of a car accident. One thing though was missing. As a Christian I had little time for God. I kind of forgot about Him. My JW girlfriend was pretty much my whole world. It wasn’t until much later that that I realized God would never bless our union. We were unequally yoked. She knew nothing about the free gift of salvation. Knew nothing of God’s grace. Nothing  of the redemption through the blood of Christ. The Truth was not in her. The Kingdom Hall where she attended church services, teaches that Jesus was merely the chief of the angels; the Archangel Michael. His death didn’t pay the penalty for sin, but brought back the possibility for perfection in the human life. We can be righteous on our own. The deity of Christ as the Creator of all things is completely denied and really doesn’t play much of a role anymore. My JW girlfriend and I were spiritually incompatible. If we talked about the things of God, she refused to use the Holy Bible. Her religion has its own “bible” as do the other religious cults. The founder of the JWs, Charles T. Russell and two of his friends were in  a basement with the Holy Bible and went through it verse by verse. If they disagreed with something, they merely made changes to it . Russell was offended by the Bible’s teaching on hell, that he changed it to eternal annihilation. In other words, all non JWs will cease to exist after death. They will only be in God’s memory. Try as I might to present the Gospel of Jesus Christ to my JW girlfriend, it was all Greek to her. She said I was being weird.

When she healed from her injuries and began to walk again, she not only ditched the wheelchair, but she also ditched me. It was sudden, without warning. I didn’t even know what hit me. Were there signs she was losing interest? Personality change? I was so naive and clueless.I  was so blinded  by love I thought we were forever.  It wasn’t until much later that I learned from a mutual friend that she had gone back to a guy she had dated when we first met. He wasn’t a JW. He had no religious beliefs and was an alcoholic.

For months afterwards, I couldn’t eat or sleep. I sank into a deep depression. Trying to snap out of it, I called a JW lady who lived up the road from me. Soon they were coming to my house weekly for bible study. I wanted to know what the JWs actually believe. Somehow I thought it would help me to understand my ex girlfriend better. Maybe I just wanted to feel closer to her by spending time with “her people.” It didn’t work. Instead, I felt something important was missing. I felt empty. It didn’t take long to find out what it was. Jesus Christ was missing. They didn’t even talk about him. I felt so guilty because I have been a Christian for many years and knew better. I quickly repented.

It’s been 14 years since I last saw my old JW girlfriend. I still think about her from time to time and, yeah, sometimes I still miss her. But I also know the union could never work. She completely rejects the Savior that I love and put all my faith in. I still pray for her that God will open her spiritual eyes and her heart to receive the Gospel of Jesus Christ before it is too late.

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My Days As a Stock Boy

I remember years ago when I worked as a stock boy in a large chain grocery store that carries more than just food. My job consisted of spending a lot of time in the back room loading and unloading pallets of food and stocking the shelves. I got to know the rear of the store like the back of my hand. But the merchandise in the front, like greeting cards and deodorants were still somewhat of a mystery. Shoppers would often ask me to locate items that I never stocked, It was a real hassle to search around for them or go to the back room and ask one of the workers. After a few weeks I recognized all the troublemakers, those who were too lazy to look for themselves. What most people do not know is that stockers have to hustle. It is frowned upon if we stand around chatting or spend time doing the shopping for people. Continue reading

Things That Go Bump In The Night

Many ears ago when I was a small child, my mother had a very strange experience. It was night time and we were all in bed asleep. Suddenly, my mother’s eyes flew open and she sat bolt upright, looking around the room. A small, faint light appeared and  became brighter. She saw my paternal grandmother gradually fading away.  “She’s dead,” my mother thought. Continue reading

My First Time

Do you remember the first time you had sex? Partial sex? pseudo-sex? Was it with a girlfriend? Boyfriend? Sorta girlfriend? Hooker? (Do some fathers still take their pubescent son to hookers anymore?) I don’t recall how old I was but it was with a friend. It’s strange, that I can’t remember the year or the details, yet I knew where I was the day President Kennedy died and I was only a toddler. Anyway, my friend was a lovely girl who just happened to be a paranoid schizophrenic. She heard voices in her head and believed everyone laughed about her behind her back. She would swear on a stack of bibles that people whispered and called her naive and a spoiled brat. She had been in mental health facilities for a number of years since her break with reality at age 19. Continue reading

Dreaming About Meryl Streep

Last night I had a dream about Meryl Streep. We were playing a board game. It was similar to Scrabble in that it had wood letter tiles. Meryl didn’t really want to play, so she let me win. She was more interested in talking about religion and politics. She was thinking about voting for Rosanne Barr and  becoming Amish. I told her the straw hats and suspenders were cool, but I didn’t care for the long prairie dresses. Plus the Amish don’t vote. Continue reading

Dumb Conversation, Part lll

“You should delete your Facebook account,” your alter ego tells you.

 

“Why?”

 

“You have over 100 friends, but you don’t even know these people!”

 

“Yeah I do. Well some of them. Um, ok, maybe 12 or 13.”

 

“So, what you’re dong is sharing very personal info with strangers.”

 

“Ahh, they’re not really strangers.”

 

“Then what do you call them?’

 

“Um, a friend of a friend.”

 

“That’s the stupidest thing I ever heard!” Continue reading

Kennedy Assassination Tapes

Yesterday I was watching the assassination tapes of John F. Kennedy. Much of it has been televised numerous times over the years, but there were some that I had never seen before. Most of the tapes were in black and white. Reporters were often unprepared and without a script. They, along with Law Enforcement Officials and Secret Service Agents, sounded simple, confused at times, even to the point of fumbling their words. The death of this very beloved president brought America together like a close knit family. Even TV reporters are not emotionally immune. Many of us still can remember Walter Cronkite holding back tears, removing his glasses to pause a second as if unable to continue. These tapes captured the genuine grief of a nation hit by a senseless tragedy. On the day Kennedy was shot and long after he was whisked away to Parkland hospital, many of the witnesses remained frozen in place. The shock and disbelief kept them there, especially near the Texas School Book Depository. As if by staying there they could undo the tragic events and somehow the motorcade would appear just around the corner with the President, Mrs. Kennedy, Governor John Connolly and his wife, all smiling and waving. No one wanted to go home or even back to work. For them it was the end of the world. A news reporter on the scene merged into the crowd to interview these shell-shocked people. The first one was a well dressed woman standing with two children.
 Reporter: “What is your name?
 
Woman: ” Mrs. Quincey Adams.
 
The reporter doesn’t seem to bat an eyelid or skip a beat when hears this famous name. You can’t help but wonder if it’s a pseudonym. Continue reading