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.

Oh Tender Elf

I used to like John Bradshaw. Years ago I would listen to him on PBS and thought he was great. I didn’t care what his beliefs were, he sounded real good. The way he explained what had happened to all of us as we grew up. I got goosebumps whenever he would say things like:  “I am flawed and defective as a human being. I am a mistake.  No one could love me as I am. I need something outside to be whole and OK.” Continue reading

Preachers And Androids

I was watching a man preach on TV this morning. He was reading the Scriptures from his Android. What happened to his Holy Bible? Why has he tossed it aside during church on Sunday? It was good enough for Christians for  thousands of years. To me, there’s just no comparison to flipping the pages of an aged worn Bible and looking at the highlighted verses and notes in the margins. There’s just something about holding the “Good Book” in your hands. I can hear people saying: “So what? What’s wrong with using a tablet? We are living in the information age. The age of advance technology.” Continue reading

Healing Your Inner Child

I remember watching John Bradshaw speak on PBS one Saturday afternoon back in 1993. Self-help gurus and books had been extremely popular for more than a decade. My mother had just passed away after having triple by-pass surgery and I had taken a lengthy leave of absence from my job. Bradshaw was talking about healing our wounded inner child. How 96% of families are dysfunctional. (he actually said 96. Not 95 or 97) And how it’s sometime necessary when we become adults to nurture and embrace the child we once were. To validate that little boy or girl because so often we had no one validating us when we were children. He told the people in the audience to close their eyes and imagine themselves when they were very young. Continue reading

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