My Little Corner of the Universe

"My experiences with dogs were of the like but this happened a couple of years ago. Not that I haven't gone out on service since then, but I just haven't encountered another vicious dog like that.

An elderly brother and myself were the only ones that went on field service during the summer vacations. The elderly brother never wanted to have a partner because he felt we walked to fast for him and he hurried and would tire out. So he sent me through one side of the street and he went through the other. I, being a shy and insecure individual at age 17, was so afraid of going by myself to the doors.

I get to a house that has about 9, no 20, different dogs and they all surrounded me and growled at me."

Yes, "grrrr".

I at this time have my handy book bag in front of me and Jehovah is all of sudden being inundated with prayers from a terrified 17 year old. All of sudden one of the vicious "rabid" canines decided to inflict even more fear in me by grabbing my pant.

"Ahhh!"

I freaked out, panicked,and started to shake him off. He let go and I hurriedly went back and met with the brother and didnt say anything just stood quietly beside him, breathing fast, about to hyperventilate, pretending I had finished all the side of the street in less than 10 minutes.

He didnt ask and I didnt say anything.

On a side note, this elderly brother had a legion of angels protecting him at all times. A moving train crashed his car for parking on the tracks 3 times and he fell off a flight of stairs from a second story building. This brother was 80 years old and never broke a bone in his body. He was out on field service 6 days out of the week every week without fail.

Sad to say he passed away already but all the young people in my congregation at that time grew up to be zealous pioneers all because of brothers like him."

Including you, Ruben.

Thank.

[If anyone has more experiences they would like to share, please email me by clicking on the following link: [email roy]]

First of all, for those of you who commented some of your experiences, thank you.

Here is one of those:

“I recall my auntie telling me about one time when she was out on service with my cousins, a little girl and a toddler boy. One of the householders, in her complete mean-ness, dispatched her dogs to attack the sister and her children!”

Ok, I’m gonna pause here. Now that’s just plain mean! But all she’s doing is proving the apostle Paul’s words about the true followers of Christ: “All those desiring to live with godly devotion in association with Christ Jesus will also be persecuted.” – 2 Timothy 3:12

What was up with that lady anyway? Maybe she was just having a bad day. Hopefully, at a later time, she will regret this course of action and will accept the message.

Continuing...

"As the Canis lupus familiarises raced towards them, panic kinda set in and there was no time to run or hide. My aunt did what she could: put faith in Jehovah. She cried out His name and the dogs halted in their tracks, turned, and went on their merry way.”

The sister concluded this experience with: “The power of Jehovah ... and his swift angels.”

If anyone has more experiences (doesn’t have to involve dogs) please email me by clicking on the following link: [email roy]

Thanks Tam.

Being out in the ministry is always an adventure. Because you simply do not know what's gonna happen. Who's behind that door? Hello? Helloooo?

Well, a brother sent me this story of what happened to these sisters while preaching. This has probably happened to every one of us, but here goes his account:

"We finished with the territory and we were walking back to our automobiles. The brothers, including myself walked back to the cars so that we could pick up the two sisters and little Lito. (I guess someone should've stayed with the sisters. Silly us.) I started to walk back to the sisters to let them know what street we were going to work next.

THEN a dog appeared and he was ferociously barking at the defenseless trio (as it would appear to human eyes, anyway - Psalm 34.7a "The angel of Jehovah is camping all around those fearing him.").

The Canis lupus familiaris was getting closer and continued to bark, and it got louder and louder.

And louder.

As they started to move away, one of the sisters then displayed courage by getting between the emotionally shallow animal and the other two publishers. She cried out, "On guard!" (but in a french accent ('On ghaaard!').

Anyway, she put her bag in the way and the dog began snarl at the bag, wanting to tear it apart, along with the sister's arm.

All this was happening within seconds, obviously. So, as I started to prance in a manly manner over to them, trying not to startle the dog any more, I started to tell the sisters not to move, to show the angry animal that they weren't afraid. Immediately, I started towards them, to show the persecutor that he is greatly outnumbered.

Did the dog care?

No. No he did not.

Relentlessly, he kept pressing on, grasping the sister's bag of life-saving literature.

By this time, one of the brothers had gotten back with his truck and when he became aware of the situation, he hastily went for the dog. Beeping sounds went off.

And that did it. The dog finally left, knowing that this day, was not his day." (Psalm 34.7b "And he rescues them.")

As you can tell, I kinda spuffed it up a bit, but that's what happens sometimes. And where would you guess those sisters are doing the next chance they get? Out preaching. That's what makes us different: our genuine love for our neighbor, knowing that they need to hear the 'good news' even though it may mean certain danger for the proclaimers of the Kingdom of God.

Are there any experiences, or ADVENTURES you would like to share? :)

Please email them to me. Please.... pretty please?

Tootle-loo.