This morning, Mom told me to take the turkey's carcass out in the woods to get it out of the house. (No, the turkey wasn't from thanksgiving… We just had another turkey supper last night ) I began putting on my jackets, hat, and tying my shoes to go outside. I picked up the pan with the turkey bones on it, laid it on my right arm, opened the back door, and to my surprise, was an elderly lady standing at the door, staring at me.

By all means, I was as astonished as much as she was. She was just about to knock and I opened the door on her, had my funny looking fur hat on my head that straps under the chin to keep my ears warm, with a tray of turkey bones in on my arm.

To my amazement, I blurted out "Who are you?", and she just looked at me. Mom walked out of her room and greeted her while I turned around and placed the tray of bones on the table.

She was a Jehovah's Witness, and wanted to come share with us a "verse of comfort" which I didn't ever pay any mind to, because she was using a different version. She asked Mom what Bible we use, and Mom told her that we only use the King James Bible, as it is the only correct and authorized translation. The visitor didn't want to hear that, so tried to smooth it over by saying that all translations contain truth (which we know to be a falsehood).

Her next subject was of course, the trinity. Jehovah's Witnesses do not believe in the trinity, as in Jesus being God on earth. Mom replied that we do not believe in the trinity, as in the phrase that Baptist use, as it is not in the Bible anywhere, but believe that God, Jesus and the Holy Ghost are all one.

The woman was rather disturbed by this fact, since this is one of the Jehovah's Witnesses key doctrines, that Jesus was merely the "Son of God", but not God himself on earth, as a man. Mom continuously reminded her of 1 Timothy 3:16:

And without controversy great is the mystery of godliness: God was manifest in the flesh, justified in the Spirit, seen of angels, preached unto the Gentiles, believed on in the world, received up into glory.

She apparently could not take this literal, and moved on to christmas. They do not celebrate heathen, pagan holidays such as Christmas, Easter (I guess), and Halloween, but this is probably the only thing we could agree on with her. So she left, without giving us any litature as Mom would not accept it.

It turns out, her son works in the electrical department where Dad works, so Dad knows him, and we got to meet his mother.