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. Continue reading

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