Overlooking The Best of The Best
I visit will folks from many walks of life. I am always trying to understand someone elses views by gaining more knowledge about them or their beliefs. I have to Jehovah Witnesses come for tea once a week. We discuss religion, raising families, and stuggles to live in such a rat race of a society. Many times I may not agree with their views just as they with mine. But we have a pleasant visit non the less.
Just the other day a friend of mine commented on why I would let such dreadful people in my home. Wouldn't I rather have good friends for tea than to waste my afternoon with them.
Well, I thought about that comment, deeply. And than I came to a realization. The Jehovah's are my best friends. And I enjoy sharing my afternoons with them.They are what many friends are not.
They don't ask for me to babysit, hold candle parties, cook them supper, borrow money, or use my lawm mower. They don't comment on my housekeeping, critize my children, complain about my smoking. They don't share my affairs with others, argue with my beliefs, expect birthday cards and gifts, get insulted when I'm too busy to visit.
They don't ask me to dye their hair, pick up milk, or bring dessert to a function.
And what they do will surprise you.
They listen to me vent, they are kind to my children, they bring me books and don't expect them returned, they smile at my jokes, and don't interupt. They ask for nothing of me but some time. They pray for me, and wish me well. They let me read, and don't critize how I spell. They are pacient, and tolerant, kind and caring and truly only come with the intention of helping to make my life better.
Whether or not their belief is the same or different, they are always tring to be a better friend, person, or believer.
What could possibly be so BAD about that? I wish more of my good friend had such respect and compassion.
I visit will folks from many walks of life. I am always trying to understand someone elses views by gaining more knowledge about them or their beliefs. I have to Jehovah Witnesses come for tea once a week. We discuss religion, raising families, and stuggles to live in such a rat race of a society. Many times I may not agree with their views just as they with mine. But we have a pleasant visit non the less.
Just the other day a friend of mine commented on why I would let such dreadful people in my home. Wouldn't I rather have good friends for tea than to waste my afternoon with them.
Well, I thought about that comment, deeply. And than I came to a realization. The Jehovah's are my best friends. And I enjoy sharing my afternoons with them.They are what many friends are not.
They don't ask for me to babysit, hold candle parties, cook them supper, borrow money, or use my lawm mower. They don't comment on my housekeeping, critize my children, complain about my smoking. They don't share my affairs with others, argue with my beliefs, expect birthday cards and gifts, get insulted when I'm too busy to visit.
They don't ask me to dye their hair, pick up milk, or bring dessert to a function.
And what they do will surprise you.
They listen to me vent, they are kind to my children, they bring me books and don't expect them returned, they smile at my jokes, and don't interupt. They ask for nothing of me but some time. They pray for me, and wish me well. They let me read, and don't critize how I spell. They are pacient, and tolerant, kind and caring and truly only come with the intention of helping to make my life better.
Whether or not their belief is the same or different, they are always tring to be a better friend, person, or believer.
What could possibly be so BAD about that? I wish more of my good friend had such respect and compassion.
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