Look at Alexandra, sporting her bespoke Vietnam winter coat...
Off to "the projects" we go to preach. The West Indian brother on the left there (who coincidentally gave the public talk in the congregation we attended on the east side the week before) explained that in the 70s when poor people were leaving the city to find cheaper accomodation, the government began providing "the projects", low income accomodation. Why? They didn't want to lose the cheap labour needed to keep the city running.
4 of us had half of the building to visit. As the narrow and dimly lit central corridor fairly echoes, 2 waited in the fire stair as the other 2 did their door. I'll let Alexandra explain what happened to her.
"I knocked on the door and waited for someone to come. All of a sudden the young sister working with me urged me to start talking. But I hadn't heard anyone. So I stood silently. Next thing, she proceeds with her presentation and then walks away. She explains that people rarely open the door. And I said that I didn't even hear a voice. Well they rarely speak either. You just see a fluttering eye in the peep hole. That's when you start speaking. When the eye disappears you leave."
Never the less, some people did open their doors and we did have a few good talks and left behind some people for our friends to call back on.
The "friends" we went with. This 13 year old sister actually lives in this building.
Though Alexandra has been using the elevators at bethel, she was rather anxious in these ones.
Well, that was Sunday.
Love "yoos"
Lloydnalex
Could that be called door witnessing Alex??
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