Who Are You?

 

Just after noon today, as I was minding my own business and doing some work on my computer, my attention was drawn away by a loud ‘boom boom boom!’ No, it wasn’t the usual idiot in a ‘boom car.’ It was someone pounding on my front door.

I ran upstairs to see who was beating on my door with the intensity of a SWAT unit serving a warrant. Jo was close behind.

When I opened the door, I saw a gentleman with two younger boys, all well-dressed. The man appeared to be in his mid-30s, and the two boys with him were in the 10 – 12 range. When I opened the door he announced, “We’re from the something-or-other Baptist Church….” Jo said “We already have a church (a Baptist one),” and in a polite tone, I told him we really weren’t interested.

He gave me a shocked look, and in an incredulous voice asked “Don’t you believe in Jesus Christ!!???”

Excuse me, but….

1. Who the hell are you to come to my door, uninvited and the first thing you do is interrogate me about my religious preferences?

2. Have you noticed that we are still in the middle of a dangerous pandemic, with a new and more deadly variant causing an uptick in hospitalizations and deaths – and you and your offspring come to my front door NOT wearing any kind of masks or protection? After coming into contact with who knows how many other people while you go door to door?

3. You are on MY property and are obligated to leave when politely asked to do so.

Everything I said, every request I had for privacy, was met with the same incredulous attitude, and of course more objectionable questions about my “relationship” with Jesus Christ.

I finally just told him “I believe in privacy,” and closed the door. As it was closing, I heard him continuing to respond with “So does Jesus Christ…”

So for any others out there seeking to save the world, one lost soul at a time, here’s a little slice of human relations for you:

OK. I get it that some folks feel called by God to try and draw others to the light – whatever their personal vision of that light happens to be. I understand that.

But…

Not everyone believes in exactly the same way that you do.  And not everyone welcomes strangers pounding on their front door, then acting like I’ve just crucified Jesus Christ myself, when those strangers are politely asked to leave.

So the question in the title above stands. Who are YOU?

Who are you to question my religious beliefs or preferences?

Who are you to force your religious interpretations on me?

Who are you to interrogate me as to which church I belong to?

Who are you to not respect my wishes for privacy – on my own property?

Who the hell died and left YOU in charge?

After feeling like I was just interrogated by the ISB and subjected to the pressure normally reserved for insurance or used-car salesmen, I posted the sign pictured at the start of this missive.

I used to have a sign like this but took it down some time ago. Looks like this one will have to stay for a while.

I remember a few years before my dad passed away, he stopped by for a few minutes, and saw my sign. "You don't really like people very much, do you?" he asked me. My answer to him is much the same as now... "I like people just fine. What I don't like are the ones that feel it's perfectly OK to invade my time and privacy with whatever they're promoting, then totally disregard any objections I have, and continue to press the issue - whatever it may be."

 'Nuff said...