I saw some Jehovah Witnesses today walking by on the sidewalk within a neighborhood. It is a Saturday morning, temperature was fair; good day for either yard work or even to sleep in. You may dread having one of these sects of people ringing your door bell before 10am on a weekend morning.
You may dread hearing their faith, holding their Watchtower, listening to their religion being force fed into your stomach. These people may carry a god virtue within your conscience or a negative goad within your percipient.
However, you cannot help but to notice this group of people convictions. It has been around 2000 years since such a cause was made to approach people one-on-one to win over their faith. Something a man name Jesus did many centuries ago started a movement within the human race. It had a ripple effect.
First there’s a spark then there’s a fire. And the flames continue to burn.
The light continues to carry a message; a meaning, a crisis. This is revolutionary and yet simple. It is genocide but yet has a style of reverence. It is pure and illuminating.
These men on the sidewalk have been carrying the torch like in the Olympics, as through a race which has been going on for two millenniums.