While my wife and I were serving brunch today, two Jehovah Witnesses knocked on our door.
I am grateful to the Jehovah Witnesses. There was a time in my life when I was homeless, living in my car, and a family of Jehovah Witnesses took me into their home and gave me a room off their kitchen that I shared with a man who routinely spoke in tongues and a goat.
I know that sounds like something out of one of my books, but it's true.
Despite their generosity and my genuine affection for...
Published on March 28, 2010 16:36