Sunday, January 18, 2009

I Was Bad


Last night I realized it has been several months since the Jehovah's Witness boys tapped on my door. No, I did not flash them. Get your mind out of the gutter.

I think what I did was even better. In fact, it was so good I'm sure they've decided I'm so in the loop they don't need to try to save me anymore. Got you wondering now, don't I? Okay, I'll quit teasing you and tell you.

One Friday night last fall, right around twilight, two young men in crisp white shirts and ties came to my door. They wanted to speak to me about Jehovah and salvation. Now I have nothing against religion but I do have a bit of a problem with others attempting to force it on me. Believe whatever you will, just leave me out of it. I have my own beliefs that I'm very content with, thank you very much.

Anyway, experience has shown that telling them no thanks and to move on only causes them to return another day. So instead of my usual not interested I tried something new. I greeted them warmly saying thank goodness they finally arrived. Yes, that got me a look of wonderment. I went on to say that I was waiting for them because I had a message from God. The look intensified. I told them that God was concerned with their safety, being on the street as dusk as they were and He wanted them to return to their rooms immediately in order to be able to continue spreading the word another day. They thanked me and scurried off.

Okay, so maybe that was bad of me but not entirely. My neighborhood really isn't safe for them to be wandering around in after dark. Dressed as they were was the same as hanging a please mug me sign on their backs. Yep, that's my story and I'm sticking to it.

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3 comments:

Molly Daniels said...

LMAO! Great one, Barb! I'll try that the next time the local Mormans knock on mine:)

Amarinda Jones said...

Well you know I believe if people want to haul their arse around talking about whatver then they have the right to do it and under the principles of freedom of speech I'll let 'em.

Regina Carlysle said...

I'm with you, Barb. Don't want them knocking on my door. I'm always nice and polite. I take their little pamphlets and say goodbye. They can stand on any street corner shouting the gospel but when they come onto my property trying to badge me with their beliefs, I always feel I'm well within my rights to say thanks but no thanks.