Love Thy Neighbour

I haven't written on this blog for what feels like decades but I thought now would be a good time to get something off my head.

Today I had an interesting conversation with a Jehovah Witness.

Previously in your lives you've all encountered the strange knock on the door that you were not expecting, you take a look at who it is and its two strangers that you've never seen in your life and you are like OH GREAT just what I want to deal with, pushy Jehovah Witnesses.

I previously had one come to my door shortly after Frankie was born, they knew me by name and asked how my brand new baby was doing... this is all thanks to the snickering Matteo who was laying in bed listening to all of this. He's apparently met them before.

My immediate feelings where shut the door shut the door shut the door, not even sure to how I got rid of them but I did.

Anyways what I am trying to get at is, I took Frankie for a walk down to the grocery store to get Butternut Squash which is irrelevant to my story but I walked past these two ladies with their stand of bibles and pamphlets and this little voice inside of me said talk to them, ask them the questions that you have burning in your mind about their faith. So, I walked past and after my shop I walked back up to them. I asked them the questions that I had and learnt they too are similar to my religion, I am by no means saying I now believe what they believe but I understand a lot more then I did. Now when people go on about them I can actually have an input and I might be able to stand up for them in a way.

After all this what I am actually going on about is those pesky knocks on the door are actually not pesky intrusive knocks they are knock of kindness, because what they believe is to
Love Thy Neighbour and they are simply there to do exactly that Love Thy Neighbour.
What I thought was an intrusive gathering to manipulate me into believing in something which I would never give a second thought was actually a gift of kindness.

And thats all I have to say.