At 9:55 this morning there was a knock on my door. I was kind of surprised because people don’t generally just drop by my house.
I went to answer the door, accompanied, of course, by the curious resident pit bull who would do nothing more to a stranger than sniff and lick him to death.
I was only able to open the door slightly (I am not very wide) so as to keep the dog from fleeing the house.
Who should be on my stoop on this lovely, chilly Saturday morning?
There were two nicely dressed men standing there, holding a plethra of literature. Immediately, I knew.
I said “Hello.” One man spoke up: “Hello. I wanted to share some stories with you from the Bible.”
To this, he said, “Thank you,” and he and his companion turned to leave.
So, I was wondering… when was the last time religious folks knocked on your door and how did you handle it?