I think it is really cool to watch people go through their journey in life. Of course, you have to spend enough time with them to get it. Most of the time it just seems like they may not experience anything out of the ordinary. However, we all know that this is a lie. We all have issues, trials, problems, joys and whatever else makes us keep a tickin'. As the world spins at an ungodly Godly speed, each individual is searching for something that is running toward it. It is crazy! It freaks me out and comforts me at the same time.
As I've been saying a lot recently, I spend a fair amount of time at the cafe up the block from my house. I am not sure what exactly draws me there. Sure, there is free Internet and I like to eat their subs. I get fountain pop, so that ain't special. Why do we fall into these routines so easily? It would be fairly difficult for me to stop coming here. While I've been here I've got to know the people who own it simply from having small talk that leads to really personal/spiritual stuff. Sometimes when I leave I can't believe that God has allowed me to tell them anything awesome about hisself. Why does he choose me to say anything about Him? Not sure.....
The younger of the two brothers who works there showed me a JWs Awake magazine. He asked me what I thought of it. I didn't want to slam the crazy cult people, but after we had been talking a bit about it I realized that the same rude jerk who comes in Timmy's is the one bothering them to "study" with them. Why would they introduce a magazine rather than the Bible? Why do they use that crazy Bible that has an "unknown translator"? He has a Hindu background, but somehow it is clear to him that the real God isn't involved with JWs. It is intreresting to see. Both of them seem reasonably interested in knowing spiritual stuff. They ask questions which sometimes surprises me. Why do foreign people ALWAYS talk to me about Jesus. I don't ask them or share anything.
The other day when I was at Best Buy with my mom buying the oven, a lot of funny stuff happened. My mom wanted something like what was on the floor, so the kind midddle-aged woman helped her find whatever in the database. My mom pulled her up a chair and sit down next to her. She then proceeded to tell her all about her life story. The lady didn't ask, so it is similar to people talking to me about random stuff. Anyways... It went like this. "You know, I'z borned in Kentucky and I never used have a stove like the ones they have today. Have you ever been in a country house in Kentucky?" No response from the woman.... "I just quit smoking. I begun smoking when I was 8 or 9. Ain't that crazy. Jesus helped me quit. Can you believe that??" The woman sorta just looked at her and smiled. Then my mom told her the whole story about her living with my dad and how she got divorced. She didn't spare any details. It was pretty funny. At the time, it seemed normal. However, after a couple of days it struck me as being a bit odd.