Cart ministry is fun!
No, I don’t mean it’s fun for the Jehovah’s Witnesses doing it. I mean it’s fun for me, an Evangelical Christian who wants to see JW’s set free from their bondage to the Watchtower organization.
This last week I went into the city on a business trip, and as I expected, there were several literature carts staffed by JW’s in and around the train station. I was able to interact with three groups of JW’s. I decided to use my new full-disclosure strategy (rather than pretending to be a naive, curious Bible student). (See my previous posts about my new approach.) In each case I began with telling them I loved them, am praying for them, and am grieving for them, because there are a number of kingdom privileges being withheld from and/or denied to them. They don’t know what to make of that, so I go on, listing whichever ones I can think of in the moment: Being adopted as Jehovah’s sons and daughters, being in the New Covenant, having Jesus as our mediator, and being born again, for examples.
The first group I shared this with (a man and 3 women) did not respond to my message at all, attempting to change the subject to generalities about God (he wants the best for us, he cares about us, etc.) I pressed in with my subject though, explaining the Watchtower’s teaching that these blessings are only for the anointed class of 144,000 members, and returning again and again to my feelings about what they’re doing. I found my words and my tone fluctuating between sadness and anger as I spoke; I think they got a vivid impression of my burden for them. Seeing that they were not going to respond in any meaningful way, I left them on good terms.
The second opportunity was with a couple, possibly married to each other, but I’m not sure. When I mentioned the mediator issue, they were adamant that Jesus was the mediator for all believers. I happened to have in my backpack a copy of Worldwide Security Under the Prince of Peace, which I had recently obtained from a brother at the recent Witnesses Now for Jesus conference. God helped me lay hands on the book quickly, and open to where I had a bookmark showing where Watchtower clearly teaches that Jesus is the mediator for only the 144,000. They were amazed. I mentioned that current info at the JW website, in the Insight book, under M for mediator, confirms this teaching. About that time, the man from the first group came over to take away the lady, explaining that it was time for her to take someone’s place who was going on break. (Or was he shielding her from me? I don’t know. Is that a thing they do?) So that left the man, “Nathan,” probably in his 30’s. He and I had a long talk together. He was amazingly willing to discuss and debate with me (although I tried to keep it from being a debate), and he never played the “I’m not going to argue with you” card, and never shut down on me. I did not expect to encounter anyone like that any more. Recently they have been so strongly warned to not engage with “apostates” or “opposers” that it’s difficult to have any kind of meaningful conversation with the average JW. (See my previous posts about that.) Nathan and I discussed the two-class system, heaven and earth, assurance of salvation (or lack thereof), being born again, and other topics. I asked him what he does when he encounters a contradiction between the Bible and the watchtower, to which he replied that he waits for clarification from the “new light.” I challenged him with the thought that wouldn’t we want to report it so that it can be corrected as soon as possible? When he asked if I were considering becoming a JW, I left him with the thought (expressed several times and ways) that I could never pledge my allegiance to an earthly, human organization, but could only do so to Jesus. (This is a new tactic of mine, attempting to use their anti-flag-pledge language to apply to their dedication at baptism to the organization.)
The third set of JW’s I talked with was a group of four, outside the train station. They were packing up, getting ready to leave, so I gave them a quick form of my presentation, telling them I loved them, and was concerned and praying about the blessings they were missing. As I listed some of them, one of the ladies dismissed me with “Okay, goodbye,” as she began to walk away. The other three were more willing to listen as I finished up with my short (probably less than 1 minute) talk. I gave them a seed bomb to finish their day of “preaching” work. (Or should we call it “not-preaching work”?) I probably did more preaching that day than all 9 JW’s I encountered combined. And in contrast to their experience, I had more fun. I’m thankful for the opportunities that cart ministry provides. Hooray for cart ministry!