04-24-2014, 10:14 AM
When we were little, the religious recruiters used to go door up foor in our neighborhood all the time handing out Watchtower booklets and wanting to discuss the sermons.
I don't know why my mom couldn't just tell them to beat it, like ramsey did. Instead, she'd close the blinds, call out "church ladies!", and my sisters and I had to freeze and not say a word until the knocking stopped.
When I was 21, I lived with my sister and my little nephew for a while. My sister is very outspoken and can be downright scary. It surprised me when she did the same damn thing. Huddled up under the stairway with my nephew, it hit me how insane the practice was -- never questioned it before then -- it's just what we did. I could see my sister crouched in the bathroom doorway and started laughing at her with my hand over my mouth. The church ladies left, but we couldn't stop laughing for the longest time.
The next time one of them came knocking, my sister let me break the cycle and tell them that we weren't interested and never would be. They still kept coming, and they kept getting the same "we're not interested" answer - no need for a covert operation inside the house.
Today, my nephew loves it when the missionaries go to his door and likes to engage with religious zealots on the internet. He'll talk and debate with them for hours. Go figure.
I don't know why my mom couldn't just tell them to beat it, like ramsey did. Instead, she'd close the blinds, call out "church ladies!", and my sisters and I had to freeze and not say a word until the knocking stopped.
When I was 21, I lived with my sister and my little nephew for a while. My sister is very outspoken and can be downright scary. It surprised me when she did the same damn thing. Huddled up under the stairway with my nephew, it hit me how insane the practice was -- never questioned it before then -- it's just what we did. I could see my sister crouched in the bathroom doorway and started laughing at her with my hand over my mouth. The church ladies left, but we couldn't stop laughing for the longest time.
The next time one of them came knocking, my sister let me break the cycle and tell them that we weren't interested and never would be. They still kept coming, and they kept getting the same "we're not interested" answer - no need for a covert operation inside the house.
Today, my nephew loves it when the missionaries go to his door and likes to engage with religious zealots on the internet. He'll talk and debate with them for hours. Go figure.