Late one Saturday afternoon, I was snoozing on the sofa when the doorbell awakened me. Craning my neck, I noticed two well-dressed young women at the screen door.
“What can I do for you?” I called out, thinking they were Avon ladies and not wanting to be disturbed.
“We’re Witnesses of Jehovah, and we’d like to share some Scripture truths with you.”
I was up in a flash. My wife was about to put an early supper on the table. “Go ahead without me,” I told her. “I have work...