A Knock At My Door...
Dear Proselytizing Christian,
I appreciate that, for you, walking door to door in a quiet suburban neighborhood spreading the word of your god is an important spiritual activity. You can pretend, in a way, that you are following in the footsteps of your deity, Yesus, though with none of the danger he encountered.
However, I'd like to remind you that, unlike some areas in Africa, South America, a few locations in Asia, and perhaps a couple of Pacific Islands, your god Yahweh and his son Yesus are in no way unheard of here in the quiet suburban city of Burien, USA. In fact, somewhat like a Starbucks, you can pretty much find a temple to him and his son on just about every corner...although I don't believe that the coffee is quite as good.
And, Proselytizing Christian, if you are going to be walking door to door, spreading the word about your god to people that have already heard of him, you might want to do your research about the kinds of people you'll be meeting. Not everyone you meet will be a Christian. For example, when you see a necklace that looks star-like hanging around the neck of the individual you wish to "spread the word" to, you might want to actually count the points before trying to say to the Pagan you are talking to that "you are Jewish, arent you?"
A pity I was in such a rush...I think it might have been fun to watch your nice, grandmotherly face screw into a horror as I described my gods and the rituals that I performed for them. But responsibilities take precedence. Pity those responsibilities. Maybe I should have given you a real shock.
Your Friendly Neighborhood Pagan
I appreciate that, for you, walking door to door in a quiet suburban neighborhood spreading the word of your god is an important spiritual activity. You can pretend, in a way, that you are following in the footsteps of your deity, Yesus, though with none of the danger he encountered.
However, I'd like to remind you that, unlike some areas in Africa, South America, a few locations in Asia, and perhaps a couple of Pacific Islands, your god Yahweh and his son Yesus are in no way unheard of here in the quiet suburban city of Burien, USA. In fact, somewhat like a Starbucks, you can pretty much find a temple to him and his son on just about every corner...although I don't believe that the coffee is quite as good.
And, Proselytizing Christian, if you are going to be walking door to door, spreading the word about your god to people that have already heard of him, you might want to do your research about the kinds of people you'll be meeting. Not everyone you meet will be a Christian. For example, when you see a necklace that looks star-like hanging around the neck of the individual you wish to "spread the word" to, you might want to actually count the points before trying to say to the Pagan you are talking to that "you are Jewish, arent you?"
A pity I was in such a rush...I think it might have been fun to watch your nice, grandmotherly face screw into a horror as I described my gods and the rituals that I performed for them. But responsibilities take precedence. Pity those responsibilities. Maybe I should have given you a real shock.
Your Friendly Neighborhood Pagan