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. Continue reading