Daughter and I were out and about this afternoon when we stopped at a light about a mile from our home. Right outside my window was a young man with a megaphone and a Bible yelling his head off about the wages of sin. Standing next to him was a boy of about ten holding a sign telling me I was going to hell if I did not repent.
It was good my daughter was with me, otherwise the headlines in tomorrow's paper would no doubt have read, "Old Woman Assault's Street Preacher."
I had the strongest urge to leap out of the car, grab that young man by the collar and scream "You idiot, what do you think you're doing?"
From time to time some misguided soul feels compelled to come to Oregon to save our souls. Oregon is one of the so called "unchurched" states.
These confused souls don't realize how hard it is to market their god in a state like Oregon. I've never understood why hellfire and brimstone preachers think anyone would be interested in the god they serve anyway.
It just might be that the beauty that surrounds us in this state is all the evidence needed to believe in a higher power. A bricks and mortar church where the religious wrangle over the politics of religion doesn't hold a lot of appeal when your other choice is a day spent in the beauty of nature. Beats any church experience I've ever had.
I get a little hostile when someone yells at me that I'm going to hell. Go home street preacher. I don't want you poisoning the air I breathe.