Jehovah Withess

Sometimes A Little Rhum And Spice Are Necessary!

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Two of my siblings are on their way to visit Papy, (our Father) since he hasn’t been well. The fact is, while I’m looking forward to seeing them,  I doubt their feeling are reciprocal toward me.

Yap, you heard me right! Last I heard, I’m considered like an atheist, and a member of Babylon the great, and lastly one of Satan’s offspring.

Unfortunately for me, according to the Jehovah’s Witness teaching, my soul is now doomed for the pending destruction, with all the other unbelievers.

Why? After I was suffocated with “THEIR VERSION OF THE TRUTH,” I had enough sense to say “Hell no!” Thankfully, afterward I took off running at the speed of lightning when I decided no religious organization will further determine my eternal destination. And because of this fact, my siblings were provided with an allergic prescription, just for our future encounters.

The last time my” Holy” siblings and I had a loving conversation was back in 1988, prior to the three elders visit, from the Jehovah Witness organization. I had just walked in from a prayer meeting when I saw them walking toward my front door. They held a manila folder, which apparently kept a record of my spiritual encounter during my insane years with their organization.

“We’ve been informed that you are currently visiting other denominations, the churches from Babylon the great, is it true?”

“Yes, your honor it is!”

“Do you understand this action on your part is ground for reproof? So do you intend to stop this venture?”

“No Sir. In fact “My soul is rejoicing in the Lord, and as long as they have not asked me to sacrifice my soul to Satan, or to join your future master in Hell, I see no reason to stop joining their prayer group.”

“In this case, you must renounce your title as a “Jehovah’s Witness.”

“My pleasure your honor!”

“You must write a letter with the following… request, so we in turn will submit it to our headquarter in New York.”

“My pleasure Sir!”

My Letter:

What I was instructed to write: “As of today, I no longer wish to be part of Jehovah’s organization.”

What I wrote:  “It has come to my understanding, for the past four years, I have been part of Satan’s organization here on earth. So today I’m boldly renouncing my association with the Jehovah Witness organization. Instead, I’m joining the true army of the Living God Almighty, Creator of Heaven and earth!” Yes, I still  hold to the fact that Jesus Christ died for my sin, and yes He is my Lord and Savior. Furthermore, I believe in the baptism and the gifts of the Holy Spirit, contrary to the teachings of your organization. I believe in the fervent prayers of the body of Christ, and those I once called “The unbelievers,”  are now my beloved brothers and sisters in Christ.”

After the elders read my letter, the expression on their face was by far one of the most memorable event of my life.

As they stood up together, they pointed their hands toward me, to recite what they believed to be their final decree upon my spiritual walk:

They said:  “Whatsoever we bind on earth, shall be bound in heaven, and whatsoe…”

Unfortunately for them, all along I was negotiating with the following thoughts:

  1. Remember even Jesus had tantrum?
  2. So you think you only inherited your civilized paternal side…?
  3. Grandma Do, would season this nonsense with some lemon and hot pepper for a feast, and top it with some Rhum!
  4. Finally I said: “ I know you’ve asked us to die in the flesh, but I’m not there yet, so please forgive me.”

Right at this point, I thought I heard my Grandma Idovia’s voice.                          hot pepper

“Child, only God is your judge! So, get those ignorant punk out of your house!”

“YOU PUNK – GET OUT- OF- MY – HOUSE!!!”  I yelled.

I still recalled how my sister answered me that day:

“I have nothing in common with an unbeliever! Don’t bother to call our brother either!” I was honestly wounded by that. We grew up together, and I loved her very much. But,  her arrogance prompted me to  answer her!

“Ok. If you ever decide to knock on heaven’s door, I will make sure I drag the latter under your feet, so you can fall back on earth, where your freaking religion claim you’ll be spending eternity!

As unbelievable as it may sound, the Jehovah’s Witness teachings were not the only poison which almost summoned me to the hospice department. Now after years of exposure with other denomination, I’ve learned to set my own religious standard. I will boldly worship with other Christ believers, while I’m there, I will dance and praise God as if it was my last day breathing. But I hold firm this belief, my spiritual walk will remain a personal journey between me and my Lord, and no one will ever have the chance to deter me again.

Meanwhile, I intend  to love genuinely, forgive abundantly, while I embrace the wisdom life has to offer. And, whenever I damn please, I will feast with a glass of red wine and laugh my heart to healing.

And while I dance my traditional Kompa, to the beat of the drums from my homeland; if anyone dare to question why?  I will answer:

“Frankly my dear, I don’t give a damn!”