A Knock on My Door

            Knock! Knock! Knock!

I looked up from my chair where I was reading the paper to my door. Sighing to myself, I got up and went to the door.

“Good evening, sir,” the stranger began. “This is my wife, Tracy, and my name is Keith. We’d like to share a truth with you from the Bible.”

My mental red flag shot up into the sky. Jehovah False Witnesses, I thought. Out loud I asked, “Are you from the Kingdom Hall in town?”

“Yes,” Keith answered.

“Well let me ask you,” I replied. “Who is your final authority?”

“The Bible,” Keith promptly answered.

“Well then,” I said, “take your Bible and turn to Isaiah 9:6.”

“Isaiah 9:6,” Tracy muttered.

“Now,” I said, “the Watchtower Society published the King James up until 1949, so they must agree with it, right?”

“Yeah,” Keith reluctantly agreed.

“Okay,” I said. “So since they agree with it, let’s read Isaiah 9:6:

For unto us a child is born, unto us a son is given: and the government shall be upon his shoulder: and his name shall be called Wonderful, Counseller, The mighty God, The everlasting Father, The Prince of Peace.

“Turn to Isaiah 7:14,” I said, not wanting them to comment.

Finding the place in my Bible, I read:

Therefore the Lord himself shall give you a sign; Behold, a virgin shall conceive, and bear a son, and shall call his name Immanuel.

“What does Immanuel mean?” I asked. “Well, Matthew 1:23 gives the answer:

Behold, a virgin shall be with child, and shall bring forth a son, and they shall call his name Emmanuel, which being interpreted is, God with us.

“‘God with us’” I repeated.

“What’s your point?” Tracy asked.

“As Jehovah’s False Witnesses, you don’t believe that Jesus is God,” I replied. “But the Bible says otherwise.”

“Well,” Keith argued, “back on Isaiah it said ‘Mighty God’; not ‘Almighty God’.”

A smirk spread across his face for a brief moment, then died as I said, “No, it said ‘THE Mighty God’. There’s only one ‘The Mighty God’ and that’s Jehovah. So if Jesus is ‘The Mighty God’, He must be God.”

“But Jesus is the Son of God,” Tracy put in.

“Yes; that’s right: He’s God the Son. Hebrews 1:8 says:

But unto the Son he saith, Thy throne, O God, is for ever and ever: a sceptre of righteousness is the sceptre of thy kingdom.”

“Well…” Keith muttered.

I broke in, “And 1st John 5:7 says:

For there are three that bear record in heaven, the Father, the Word, and the Holy Ghost: and these three are one.”

“Well,” Keith spoke, another smirk coming, “if Jesus is God, then there was a time that God was dead.”

“But the spirit lives on,” I flashed back instantly. (His smirk disappeared.)

“Oh, the spirit lives on, huh?” Tracy asked. “Well then, why does the Bible say…” she began flipping to a passage.

“By the way,” I spoke up. “Who translated your Bible?”

“It was a committee of spirit-anointed Christians who were scholars,” Keith answered.

“Oh a committee of translators,” I said, chuckling a little. “Yeah, the only ‘original Greek’ on this secretive committee was George Ganges; and he was no scholar, that’s for sure. In fact, he said himself that before he came to Bethel headquarters he was a short order cook in Columbus, Ohio.”

Oh, they didn’t like that! I could see it in their faces. I didn’t tell them that Charles Russell, the fellow that started the Jehovah’s False Witnesses, thought that if a dog had a man’s head, the dog would think like a man. But because the dog has the head of a dog, the dog thinks like dogs. I also didn’t tell them that Charles Russell believed that appendicitis was caused by biting worms in the colon.

“You see,” I said, coming back to the original subject, “if Jesus wasn’t God, then He couldn’t have died in our place.”

“Well it took someone perfect,” Keith argued. “Another perfect man could have died for the world.”

“But there was none,” I told him.

“Angels are holy,” Tracy put in.

“But they’re not God,” I said, coming to my point.

“Well,” Keith said, “I see that you aren’t going to budge from your position—”

“No,” I broke in. “Because I’m right. If Jesus isn’t God, then there is no hope and all of mankind, including Jehovah’s False Witnesses, are doomed for Hell; and eternity in Hell at that.”

“Have a good night,” Keith flung at me.

“Let me put it this way,” I told them. “When you stand, before God, condemned, and He tells you ‘You had your chance’; you have no one to blame, but yourself.”

“Well, we’ll take that chance,” Keith replied as they walked away.

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