My Dad was Jehovah Witness. I can still see the Watchtower periodicals in my mind. He died summer of 2000. He had lung cancer.
A couple of things, among others, remain clear in my memory.
When I was 6, I had a tonsillectomy. Days later at home, the stitches tore and I was rushed to the hospital. Doctors said I needed a transfusion because I had lost a lot of blood. My parents argued, and my Dad relented, and maybe I’m here today because he did. But I also remember not many years later, people were getting HIV from blood transfusions.
My Dad also used to tell me that I was so lucky, and I never knew what he meant. I had assumed he was referring to the fortune of a working, barely middle class household we had. He grew up very poor.
But as an adult, I know what he meant. Knowing his faith and study, I know he meant that I was lucky because in my lifetime I would witness something truly beyond amazing. It’s happening.
You really shouldn’t make fun of or mock another person’s faith. You shouldn’t seek to judge it either. You’re in no position to do such things. You’re only hurting yourself. You are in no way impacting a person with faith. Thankfully you are forgiven.