All Things Brooklyn – Brooklyn Sting: Send Me a Witness

This past week I received a hand-written letter (addressed to “Mr.” Jaime Morelli… which irks me to death) from a “neighbor.” Here’s what the letter read:

Dear Neighbor,

We cannot reach you at your home, so let me make this invitation to you, please. Even in our troubled world we can find happiness from accurate Bible knowledge of God and his purpose for mankind.

Psalm 119:105 states – “Your word is a lamp to my foot and a light to my roadway.”

So we offer you a free home Bible-study in any translation you have. Please let me know if you are interested in a visit. Or just come to one of our meetings.

Sincerely yours,


As I’ve mentioned before, I live in Downtown Brooklyn, very close to both Brooklyn Heights and DUMBO. Before moving here, I wasn’t aware of the presence of Jehovah’s Witnesses. I was clued in early on when my daily walk to the subway included an admonishment from the large, yellow building in front of me to “READ GOD’S WORD THE HOLY BIBLE DAILY.” I soon realized that the Watchtower was not a place people visited for the view – but that it was a major headquarters where thousands of Jehovah’s Witnesses worked to produce religious literature and proselytize.

I also learned that the Jehovah’s Witnesses owned a significant amount of real estate in the Brooklyn Heights area – over thirty properties, according to the New York Times. But I never came face to face with a Jehovah’s Witness because I lived in an apartment building. That was, until a few summers ago when I decided to do my daily run outside for a change. As I ran through Brooklyn Heights, I noticed scores of well-dressed men and women all walking in the same direction at around 7AM. It didn’t take more than a day of seeing them for me to realize that they were the Jehovah’s Witnesses, likely heading to a Bible service.

So the letter I received this past week was definitely a surprise. Somehow, they figured out how to penetrate the ever-guarded apartment building. I don’t know how they got my name and address – likely from one of those charities that doesn’t bother to figure out whether or not I am a man – but now I have theirs, too. But I think confronting them is exactly what they are praying I will do.

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