… I was visited by Jehovah Witnesses this morning, bless their precious little hearts. They had to make the perilous journey past the statue of St. Francis and the bath tub Madonna before making it to the front door, only to find the likes of me on the other side.
They asked me if I had a few moments to talk about Jesus. I said only if they had a few moments to talk about Catholicism. He wanted me to take his literature. I offered a trade. I gave him a copy of the Catholic News and Herald… then I told him the Blessed Virgin Mary wants him to go home. Only I said it really enthusiastically and probably kind of scary. And I kept repeatedly it. Even while he slowly backed away from the door… “Your heresy makes Baby Jesus Cry! Go home, go home to the Catholic Church! Your Mother in Heaven wants you to be Catholic!”
I don’t suppose they’ll be bothering me anymore.
I’m so glad I have friends to encourage this type of behavior.