Every so often I walk somewhere instead of biking. Walking gives you a different perspective of all that is around you. I think it’s becuase you are going slow enough that you can take the time to have a good look around. Unfortunately, walking also means you are going slow enough to be caught by MORMONS.
I guess it’s a Mormon thing to send out their youth dressed in black with white collared shirts to inquire about your belief in Christianity’s favourite Jew – Jesus “walk on water” Christ. When they asked me, I told them I was agnostic. The friendly grin momentarily left the face of the young man who had waylaid me. He said he didn’t know what agnostic meant. As a purveyor of religious material, I would expect him to know the competition. I had to take 5 minutes to explain it to him, struggling the whole time in an effort not to laugh at his confusion. I’ve been laughing at people who don’t deserve it too often these days. Despite the initial confusion, I think he eventually got the concept of agnosticism.
I tried to end things and go on my way, but he whipped out the card. It has a fancy depiction of some part of the bible on one side, and a picture of the book of Mormon on the other side with a number you can call to get a free one. I call this “getting carded”. The depiction on this card seemed to be of Jesus, floating above a city full of people. He is surrounded by some intense light rings, and he seems to be melting the city with some sort of death ray. The peeople in the city don’t look too happy about it either. That is just my take on it.
28/03/2007 at 6:47 pm Permalink
oh Taylor you do not even try but life is always a wall. I hope you did not give him your email?
29/03/2007 at 1:21 am Permalink
Heavens no! They didn’t ask for any personal information.
29/03/2007 at 12:51 pm Permalink
My father used to invite them in for tea. He would let them talk a bit and then he would excuse himself for a minute, just to return wearing his priest’s collar. After a couple of tries word got around…..
I just ask them to come back another time because I am busy bleeding out a cat for a ritual…. They never come back…. Wonder why??
30/03/2007 at 2:58 pm Permalink
That is spectacular John! I’ll have to remember the cat thing for next time!