Did a householder ever ruin your day of service?

by moshe 13 Replies latest jw experiences

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  truthsearcher

  I think the easiest way a householder can ruin my day is for them to ask questions. They never seem to run out of them, and it seems to be leading to a study. For those calls to run on an hour or more is torture. And it's worse if the call happens when I am close to time to quit or we are almost out of things to do and the day is going to get cut short. That ruins my day when a call runs on killing my hope of a shortened day in service. Worse than rude householders. Worse than dogs. Worse than doors slammed in the face.

  WTWizard: You better not call on me then because I try and never let the Witnesses leave in under 2 hours. My record is 4 1/2 hours. Of course, I try and make it as pleasant as possible with yum yums, but when they start to look comfortable, then I pull out the really tough questions! And like that young woman, we enjoy keeping the Witnesses from spreading their poison in our neighbourhood.
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  exwitless

  As soon as they opened the door!

  My thoughts exactly! When I would knock on any door, I would chant silently to myself "Please don't be home...Please don't be home...Please don't be home..." The longer I could go and not have someone answer, the more interesting it got. Then it was like a challenge: how many doors can be 'not at home' doors in a row? Then when someone would answer, I'd have to quickly break out of my "Please don't be home..." chant and act like I was happy they answered the door.
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  kitten whiskers

  I was a tired young mom. We had a little 6 month old and 3 year old, hubby and I could only take one more person in service with us because we drove a 5 seater car. I didn't get out much to have adult conversation and it took everything I had to get us ready, diaper bag packed, keep the kids happy, fed, and diapered in the car. I got out at this door in a nice subdivision and went by myself. The man who answered was horrible. I had never had such venom sprayed at me in the form of words. I can't remember now everything he said. It was short. Just a couple of sentences, but it was a knife in the heart. I went back to the car and cried. I never cry in front of others. But the silent hot tears trickled down my face and I just couldn't bear to get out again. I thought, "Why am I killing myself to do this?" It wasn't because I believed it. It was to get those few hours for the month so I wouldn't be "irregular". It was to help my hubby keep up his hours and jumping through the hoops ministerial servants have to jump through. It was the beginning of the end. After that, my only field service was basically what I could count with studying with the kids.
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  mrsjones5

  I also had what I thought was a really go prospect for a study, I was working on my own and this young women asked me in, she was really friendly and we continued our bible discussion in a friendly conversation, she made me tea and said to come sit out in her back yard, spread a blanket and we sat down debating doctrine looking up scriptures and as we talked I looked at her and imagined her being baptised, was a great morning, then it hit 12 noon, she looked at her watch and said " well you can get up and leave, I was gobbed smacked, she said I have kept you here most of the morning at least you I stopped you spreading youre poison and further.

  oh my gosh I love that story.