A man who claimed to be a witness on behalf of Jehovah disturbed my brother this morning in the middle of coffee and cheese. He didn’t disturb me. I kept right on eating and drinking and conversing with my son and an old friend gathered around the dining room table. My brother definitely got the worst of the deal in that he had to get up and answer the doorbell, but it didn’t take him long to send the would-be witness on his way.
Why? Because he already has something far better than anything this fellow was offering, and he knows it with certainty.