I live in a fairly small town, and I run into the witnesses from my old cong with some frequency. In general, they ignore me, or give me dirty looks, or, in one memorable instance in the ladies' room at the memorial, call me a whore. Just for the record, I'm not even close to whorish, I'm pretty straight-laced; this gives me an idea of how much hatred they must be feeling toward me.
Today, however, I was walking out of a store, when I heard my name being called. Turns out, it was a man I know who was appointed as an elder about a year ago, but has always been cordial to me. He gave me a big hug, asked how my life was going, enquired after my worldly boyfriend. We chatted for a few minutes, and he told me about the new k-hall they built (after the mysterious burning of the old one). He invited me to stop by and see it, and said I'd always be welcome, even that I should come sit with him and his new wife so I'd be more comfortable attending.
I thanked him nicely, and said I'd keep it in mind. What got to me was how nice he was about it. He treated me like a human being, did not disrespect my relationship, and did not try to bully me into coming back, just said it would be cool if I wanted to visit. After the warm Christian shunning I've been getting from the others, his actions seemed so much more humane and in line with how Christ really was. No, I won't be returning, but it's nice to be reminded that they ain't all bad. I wonder how many would return, if the door was simply left open, with no strings attached? Never mind; it's late and I'm rambling. Good night, all.