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Save the Unbelievers Day
Jameson answered the door this morning to a pair of very polite Mormon missionaries. It was a bit startling to me, as usually when the Mormons come around, they're looking for my mother. I was also a bit startled because, under their cute missionary uniforms (short-sleeved white button-ups, dark slacks, sensible dress shoes, and plain black satchels... You can spot 'em a mile away), they were both rather dark-skinned. I'm so used to blond missionaries, it boggled me a bit to consider that this pair might actually be local.
Anyway, they talked to Jameson, not me. He engaged in polite handshaking and introductions with them, but said rather firmly that he wasn't interested in converting, and they went on their way.
It seems that today is Save the Unbelievers Day, however. I just ran next door to get my dobak before teaching my afternoon class, and when I came back there was a minivan full of Jehovah's Witnesses parked in front of my house. I used to have one in particular that visited me, Abby, I believe her name was, that I was quite friendly with. She brought me a copy of The Watchtower pretty much every month, and then I'd invite her in and we'd have a pleasant conversation about how I really am pretty content to be an agnostic. It turns out that my interest in biblical literature makes it really hard for me to say "no, I'm not interested in hearing your favorite passage from the Bible, actually," which means that I can never really be convincing enough to get the Jehovah's Witnesses to cross me off their list, or whatever. Abby has apparently moved on, but I've had two visits from a new woman, now, who conveniently enough keeps managing to come by when I'm about to leave to go somewhere else, which makes it a bit easier to turn her away.
I've got to start getting tougher with these well-intentioned religious folks, though. Perhaps I should adopt my friend Uri's protestation that I'm a -militant- agnostic: "I don't know whether or not God exists, and NEITHER DO YOU!"
I'm a bit worried about who might be on my porch waiting for me when I get home from class... Do the Catholics send people around?
Anyway, they talked to Jameson, not me. He engaged in polite handshaking and introductions with them, but said rather firmly that he wasn't interested in converting, and they went on their way.
It seems that today is Save the Unbelievers Day, however. I just ran next door to get my dobak before teaching my afternoon class, and when I came back there was a minivan full of Jehovah's Witnesses parked in front of my house. I used to have one in particular that visited me, Abby, I believe her name was, that I was quite friendly with. She brought me a copy of The Watchtower pretty much every month, and then I'd invite her in and we'd have a pleasant conversation about how I really am pretty content to be an agnostic. It turns out that my interest in biblical literature makes it really hard for me to say "no, I'm not interested in hearing your favorite passage from the Bible, actually," which means that I can never really be convincing enough to get the Jehovah's Witnesses to cross me off their list, or whatever. Abby has apparently moved on, but I've had two visits from a new woman, now, who conveniently enough keeps managing to come by when I'm about to leave to go somewhere else, which makes it a bit easier to turn her away.
I've got to start getting tougher with these well-intentioned religious folks, though. Perhaps I should adopt my friend Uri's protestation that I'm a -militant- agnostic: "I don't know whether or not God exists, and NEITHER DO YOU!"
I'm a bit worried about who might be on my porch waiting for me when I get home from class... Do the Catholics send people around?
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My friend Chris usually invites them in, sits them down and leaves them because "It's not like they're going to nick anything, c'mon, I'm busy!"
Whereas my friend Nick has the highly original method of opening the door naked. Apparently once they've seen 'little Nick' they lose their enthusiasm.
But hey! Free literature! Like you were ever going to refuse!
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My ex and very good friend, Uri, once opened the door to some Mormons in his boxers, and then proceeded to offer them beer and cigarettes, indulging himself when they declined. It was ten in the morning, and they beat a pretty hasty retreat.