Missionaries knock. I peek out, and tell them it's not
a good time. They force their spiel on me. I
stop them, with a nurse voice, mother voice, teacher voice,
sergeant voice, "I said. This. Is. Not a Good Time."
And mutter as I shut the door firmly, no slamming,
"You get polite once, then you get rude." What I
want to say is, "There is no God, open your
eyes." But, this is their path. They have to find
their own way, or not. As I have chosen mine.
6 comments:
Oh, yes, I'm with you on that doorstep! I like the straightforward narrative form & the reversal of the mission theme.
Between us - Dave (Via Negativa), Dale (mole) & you and I - the battle against encroaching Christmas has begun!
I had a religion prof in college, a very pompous and imposing man (though a good teacher), who told us that his wife once let some Jehova's Witnesses into the house. So of course he responded to everything they said by quoting the Bible off the top of his head. They didn't stay long!
Yeah, I just wish them luck and shut the door. But we don't get too many around here.
My mother once pointed out that you can spot religious hawkers coming because they walk so slowly compared to other kinds of door-to-door salesperson. Saving us from eternal torment isn't too pressing a concern for them, it seems.
Ironically, as a person of faith myself, I have problems with persistent "evangelists". What's missing there is an essential ingredient to a healthy faith life: humility.
good for you z.
The days when I would have firmly and confidently wanted to tell them there is no God have gone, but I know for sure they aren't the representives thereof!
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