The two ladies are older of age, very elegantly dressed and extremely, extremely nice.
“Oh no, not them again.”
“Hi!” I peer through my half-opened door.
“Can we invite you to a party celebrating Christ? We…”
“Sorry, not interested.” I quickly close the door. What the hell is wrong with these people? It’s a beautiful Saturday and I had been relaxing with my feet up and wearing my most loose-waisted pair of pajamas. Why do they need to go around trying to push their beliefs on everyone else? If I want to join their religion, I’ll join their religion. I shake my head with disdain as I shuffle back to my bedroom.
But now, I have to learn to be more like them.
I’ve gotten involved with volunteering for some local causes. I haven’t gone door to door yet–although I’m sure that’s coming. Right now, I’m just the annoying person who calls your family around dinnertime.
This means that I have to learn to be persuasive. To be confident about what I believe.
In other words, I have to learn to evangelize.
“Oh, no…not them again.”
“Hi, do you have a moment to talk about climate change?”
“No, I don’t. Climate change doesn’t exist. It’s a myth.”
“But all the scientists say…”
“Yeah, sure. Did you need to interrupt my weekend to tell me about your fairy tales?”
“We’re only trying to save the world.”
*sound of slamming door*
So, do I have the guts to face this kind of rejection? Especially when it comes to issues I care deeply about?
Perhaps it would be easier to proselytize about something a little more frivolous.
“Do you have a moment to talk about how delicious dark chocolate is?”
Or, even better:
“Do you have a moment to talk about cute kitten videos?”
I bet nobody would close their door to that. And that makes me kind of sad.
Scary as it may be, I hope I will go out there and discuss the things that really matter.