Sunday Knock on the Door

Bob answered the knock on the door to find two middle age men who quickly began reading scripture to him from a mini i-pad. With a look of panic on his face he turned to me to rescue him.

When I went to the door the man read scripture from the book of Revelation to me straight from his iPad. I was somewhat amused by this. In my religious days I carried a nice leather bound Bible. An iPad just didn't seem the same. I wanted to ask him if he thought King James would be surprised.

I was more patient that I used to be in my youth. Perhaps I've matured. I know I'm more confident about my religious beliefs, and not easily threatened these days.

He wanted to talk to me a little bit about heaven and this sinful world. I knew it wouldn't do to talk about heaven. He really would be disturbed about my soul if we did that.

He wanted to leave me a WatchTowel pamphlet, which I declined. It has been many years since the Jehovah Witness people have knocked on our door, perhaps because we live in a large apartment complex.

There was a time when we lived in Texas the Jehovah Witnesses came almost every Sunday. The houses on the corner began the phone chain that went up two blocks of our street warning the neighbors they were in the neighborhood. No one answered the door to them.

I wonder why we were so reluctant to talk to them all those years ago? I think it was fear of the unknown. Not only did we know very little about their faith but most of us weren't that secure in our own faith, and of course some people did not attend church.

These days it doesn't bother me to talk to them but it certainly made Bob uncomfortable. He said he didn't know what to say to them.

I really wish people of other faiths would respect my right to choose, and give me credit for having the intelligence to make my own faith choices.

How do you feel when people approach you about religion?  How do you deal with such incidents?