I Feed Brownies to Jehovah's Witnesses

Lately we've had a lot of Jehovah's Witnesses visit our house here in the woods.

Personally, I think it's because I give them brownies.

What do you do when a Jehovah's Witness knocks on your door?

I have been told in the past to not even encourage anything with these folks -- just slam the door in their faces and make them go away.

But that changed for me after I started attending our church, Quest Community in Lexington, Kentucky.

I started viewing people through a different lens -- as lost wanderers seeking love and hope and a relationship with God. Well ... I have all of that at my house, plus brownies. I'll happily share it with anyone who knocks on my door.

I may disagree with Jehovah's Witnesses (strongly!), but does that mean I should be rude by shouting them down and shutting them out?

So now, I now view these visits as "evangelism opportunities."

If they can be so courageous to come to a stranger's home, I can be courteous and also share with them my beliefs.

"Come in," I tell them.

They hesitate. I smile. They smile back. They say thank you. They enter.

The dog wags his tail, sensing from me that these are friendly guests. They comment on the cute dog. I smile.

"My son Neil and I are baking brownies right now. You've caught us as we're mixing up the batter. Would you like to come into the kitchen and talk?"

They look at each other. Is this woman for real?

They follow me into the kitchen, where Neil has just immersed his little fist into the entire bowl of brown batter.

"Well, I guess you won't be wanting any of these brownies when they come out of the oven."

They laugh.

They ask me if I read the Bible.

As I clean up the little chocolate-covered monster, I say yes, not only do I read the Bible, but I believe that Jesus Christ is the Son of God and that He is right here in the house with us at this moment.

Now who is the crazy lady?

Who do you think wants to get away?

As long as they will stand there and talk to me, I will tell them what I believe.

I tell them gladly. I tell them sweetly. I tell them forcefully, but diplomatically.

And then I tell them that nothing will change my mind, because I am a fool for Christ and He died for my sins, and He died for their sins, too.

"Oh, by the way," I say ... "I write blogs about this. Here. Let me give you a business card. It has one of my blog sites on it."

They wait while I go to my office. I hand them the cards. They say thank you. I say you're welcome.

"Tell you what," I say. "I will read the literature you have brought here on one condition. You read my blog. The next time you come over, we'll have brownies -- and I promise you they won't be brownies that has had a five-year-old's fist in the batter -- and we will talk about your literature, and we will talk about my blog. Everything I believe is in my blog."

They say OK. But I know from their faces that they will not read the blog.

These specific two do not come back.

However, five weeks later, the same mini van pulls up in my driveway -- and different Jehovah's Witneses get out of it.

I guess this is a new pair that would like to try out some of my brownies.

I guess they really can't get enough of hearing about how much Jesus loves them.