People keep coming to our door with Bibles.
At first I was thinking that it was a random thing. It even happened to the LOML once when I was out of town. He was kind enough to chat with them and somehow it all ended nicely. That never happens for me.
Last month a guy came to the door as we were on the way to the hospital - but how often do you get to use that excuse not to talk to someone and if you do use it and you aren't really on the way to the hospital I think that takes away karma points, yes?
Anyway. He seemed nice enough and his Bible was average size and promised to pray for all of us.
Excellent. We could use it.
Then about a week later, two people showed up on the doorstep and each of them had small Bibles. I don't know why in my head I think that the size or number of Bibles is important to this story... it's kind of like a story problem where at each stop people get on and off the train to different places and it turns out you don't need to know the numbers that you've been tracking, you have to know the eye color of the conductor's dog...
But I digress.
After putting Mrs. Shmeggman in a room so she will stop trying to make people deaf by barking, I run down the stairs and open the door to two women and two big Bibles who want to chat. I am not really what you'd call "chatty" on a good day and this wasn't one of them. I politely told them that I appreciated their drop by (total lie) and wished them a good day.
But oh wait, they wanted to know if I've read the Bible.
No offense intended, but Goddess Help Me. If I say yes am I going to get quizzed, if I say no and lie is that double karma points off for the second lie in about a minute? I slowly nodded my head yes I'd thumbed through it a time or two.
And was I familiar with... blah blah blah.
Let me clarify that I am usually open to a good conversation about spirituality and religion but not one where "yours is better than mine" or "my God is bigger than your God."
I almost gnawed my arm off to get them off of the porch. They, too, are praying for us.
Then a week later there were the two nice young Mormon boys who dropped by and I have no idea what they said as the LOML was being funny by telling me that they asked for me by name. Yeah, right.
I don't know if they're praying for us. He didn't ever tell me. I'll assume so as we seem to need a lot of prayer.
And then a few days ago, FOUR people showed up at my door. Two women in dresses and two men in suits - each with a Bible. I'm wondering at this point if God is responding to people who are praying for us, sending reinforcements? I dunno. She's got a great sense of humor, but mine is slowly waning.
I couldn't bring myself to answer the door. But they were nice enough to park outside of the house and drop by again before they got into their car.
I have been trying to get to the bottom of figuring out why I don't want to open my door. Part of it is that I feel like they're intruding into my day. But would I feel the same if a girl scout dropped by with mint chocolate cookies? Well actually - I would. But as a former girl scout who had to hock her share of crap, I'd open the door, buy some (freeze them because they taste yummier that way) and wish her well.
I grew up inside of the Christian faith. (Quick aside, once a neighbor asked me as a youngster if I knew what a presbyterian was and I said it was a woman who sold herself... so funny, even at a young age.)
None of the churches I attended (okay fine, that I was bribed and coerced into attending by my mother) required us to go door to door and share about it.
Of course I honor and respect those that have chosen that path.
But if they'd skip our house - I'd be grateful.
~ Peace Out
Small, teeny tiny print: For many, many years now, I've embraced my own spirituality and the expression of it outside of the Christian faith. That does not mean, however, that my experiences as a Christian were any less profound to me nor were the miracles/prayers answered that happened wiped off the slate as I learned to understand "Creator" in my own voice. This blog was just sharing experiences as I hang out on the planet...
His Holiness the Dalai Lama... "We can live without religion and meditation, but we cannot survive without human affection."
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