I was on the phone yesterday evening to an elderly lady friend of mine. She's almost housebound now, (we're fighting that) but is a fiercely independent spirit. Bacpacking in South America in her 50s, teaching in the wilds of Nepal, that sort of thing. She has pink hair and pink Doc Marten boots. She is an atheist and is as cynical and sceptical about religion as I am. She (like most people) knew nothing of JWs, viewing them as mildly weird people who pestered people on their doorsteps. We've had some good conversations where I've shared what I know about the truth about this dangerous and destructive cult.
As we were talking she looked out of the window and noticed some dubs working their way up her street. I tried to think quickly of something she could use when they got to her door. Pyramids? 1914/1918/1975? Blood? Christmas celebrations? Creation and mankind being 6,500 years old? Beth Sarim? Post-armageddon survivors burying 1,000 corpses each? Divine radiation?
All of these thoughts and more ran through my mind - but were dismissed. She and I went to our fall-back position, which is that it is futile to try and discuss religion with the brainwashed.
As it turned out, they didn't knock at her door. Maybe their 'territory records' have a note that the pink-haired, pink DM wearing, elderly lady in a wheelchair is beyond redemption ...