Say That Again

I answer a knock at my door to find a young boy about 14 and a girl perhaps 18-20. The boy says "Good morning ma'am, my name is Joe and this is Jane. Can you tell me some things you think would make marriages last longer?" "Say that again," I say.

By then my brain has caught up with the situation and I explain my husband has died recently and I doubt I'm the person they need to be asking.

Joe, the boy, expresses his sorrow and asks if I'd like him to read me a scripture passage assuring me I will see my husband again in heaven. By this time my sense of mischief and amusement has kicked in. I was sorely tempted to exclaim in horror, "Don't tell me I've got to spend eternity with him. Could I go to hell instead?"

Fearing I might scar the boy for life I simply assured him I was at peace with my situation and it would not be necessary for him to read scripture.

After closing the door (Jane never uttered a word by the way) the situation made me laugh.

Whoever sent this kid out to proselytize needs to rethink that opening question.

They both were carrying iPads. He raised his when preparing to read scripture to me. Do you think he had the Bible in its entirety on his iPad? If so, King James is surely flipping in his grave. Everyone knows the Bible is not holy unless its on onion skin paper bound in leather.

This situation is a good example of how poor we are at communication these days. I live in a community with a lot of international people. Wonder what they thought about that approach?
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