This hippie was not a stupid man and was taking me too close to the flame, but I liked his easy manner and intelligence and wanted to play along. ‘I am not sure I do love Jesus. But as you said, it is fear that keeps most of us in line.’
‘You’re remarkably honest for a Jehovah’s Witness.’
‘It is nice to talk with someone and be able to say what I really feel for a change.’
‘Do your congregation Servants know how you feel?’
I ignored his question and continued with the line of thought we had started. ‘We are supposed to love this God and fear him at the same time. I find myself unable to do both, so fear will have to do.’ The hippie laughed heartily. It seemed he was happy with the progress we were making. ‘I felt just like you, so I left the whole caboodle.’
‘So how do you live with the fear?’ I asked, encouraging him to share more of his gentle wisdom with me.
‘Easy. I am not afraid any more.’ He lit and puffed on another strangely-shaped cigarette that he had just rolled and looked at me thoughtfully before he carried on. ‘They have told you a lot of fibs about Jesus. Jesus is love, peace, harmony. He is whatever you want him to be. He is everywhere man, you just have to look around.’
I looked around the room and concluded that his Jesus liked colour. The fallout from his strangely shaped cigarette had relaxed me and I was beginning to like his Jesus more than mine.
(From There's Something Wrong With THAT BOY! By Trevor Willis)