Not everyone wants to stay here on earth

I was writing this morning. Knock knock. Someone was at the yellow front door.

“Coming,” I called out, climbing from my office chair to the power wheelchair.

When I opened the door, the nicest little old lady was there clutching her Bible and a pamphlet.

I knew what it meant. She was not an SNL land sharks.

She wanted to save me and I felt I was pretty well saved. If God doesn’t think I’m busting my ass to help my fellow man, He’s a mean taskmaster.

“You know,” I interjected “I think too many people interpret the Bible. So I just read the red words, you know the one’s that Jesus said. First it makes it really quick to read the whole Bible and second I don’t get confused by what you and Pastor Russell thinks.”

She was a nice sincere lady. I recognized she was related to Connolly’s by her face. Have you ever met a woman who looks like Paul Connolly?

I asked her what a Connolly was doing being Jehovah’s Witness. They’re all Catholics the ones I know and good Catholics.

I guess you could say Connolly’s are more Liberal than Catholic.

I’m more with Jesus than a Liberal, Catholic, JW or anyone.

“Suffer the little children to come unto Me, and forbid them not for of such is the kingdom of God” He said. That’s the part when I start getting teary eyed and realize I’m not working hard enough.

“Converted,” she replied with pride.

I couldn’t distracted her with that bit of PEI trivia and my Bible quotations so we parted friends.

Somebody recorded the event and put it up on YouTube, only the old lady is couple and I’m a woman. I look good as a woman.