When we lived in Arizona the Mormons and Jehovah Witnesses seemed to stop by almost every other Saturday morning without fail. While I admire their dedication to their beliefs, nothing twists my panties into a bunch faster than someone bugging me at my house on a Saturday while trying to engage me in a discussion about scripture.
During the almost 5 years we’ve lived here in Nashville, we haven’t had too many such visitors. Maybe a few is all.
But this morning here came two very semeingly nice ladies with their Jehovah Witness literature trying to engage me in a conversation about whether I believe if good people go to heaven.
Pissed me off. I was right in the middle of writing something else and I have to deal with that distraction. Then I open the door and Tabby, as she’s been prone to do lately, saw the opportunity to dart out. I had to get shoes on and chase her through the bushes. Then they presume I (a) have time to chit chat with unexpected, uninvited and unwelcome visitors and (b) I give a shit what happens to good people after they die.
And what is a good person anyway? I know people who I consider “good people” who others would run in terror from. If all it takes is believing in God (the Christian version) then I know a lot of people who would be considered “bad” (myself included) according to that definition.
Guess what? I have no idea what a good person is. I don’t know if there is a heaven or who’s getting in. All I know is every day I’m presented with choices to act either bad or good depending on the situation.
Today I chose to act polite and tell the ladies “Listen, you both seem very lovely but I’m in the middle of something and can’t talk right now.”
I’d qualify that as good, because I was tempted to say, “Listen, this is a bunch of horseshit. You’re pretty presumptuous thinking you have any right to go door to door trying to save people or preach them scripture. My God wouldn’t think that’s too good.”
But I refrained. Mostly because I knew that’d eat up more of my time and I wanted just to end it and get back to what I’d been doing.
Besides, I knew I could always vent via my blog. I feel better now!
