We started out with a comment-debate on a video – something to do with God lying to Adam about the fruit – and after awhile she decided I needed some old-fashioned convertin’ and sent me a PM detailing her horrible childhood, sinful parents, conversion, and now all-better life. I wrote back to her and explained my warm, fuzzy, Christian childhood and my subsequent deconversion.

We chatted back and forth for awhile after that. Discussed a lot of points in the Bible (like “If Adam was immortal, why would God be worried about him eating from the Tree of Immortality?”), chatted on a couple of other subjects, and overall had a pleasant and polite time. I even got her to cede that if God is omnipotent, he shouldn’t be too busy to reconvert me if he wanted.

When I had to break it off (after two days, I was getting tired, and she kept calling me “hon” and sending me Christian videos she’d made), she told me she loved me (a nice sentiment, I thought) and departed gracefully. The one thing we agreed on: if God wants me back, he’ll do something about it, so there’s no point in being forceful.

Despite her irritating idiosyncrasies, she really was one of the nicest net-Christians I have ever encountered.

Don’t flatter yourself, Luna. Unless you pointed a shotgun at their heads they will have forgotten all about you ten doors down.

They meet dozens of your kind every day. The only people they remember are those who took a moment to be kind and listen for a moment.

P.S. Mormon missionaries don’t begin proselyting until after 10am, and they quit by 9:00pm.

Because we are sick of being woken up at 6am with their garbage? because our lives are none of their business?

Because they are a pack of mindless zombies preaching about stuff they can’t even back up with facts?

just off the top of my head.

They dont come over to my place anymore.. they know better.

She kept telling me that I should come to their church (southern baptist) and find out if I would like it or not. I basically told her that I was burned by the church at a younger age, and there was probably nothing they could say or do that would change my mind. Then I brought up how much Christianity contradicts itself, and how violent their god is. Then I tried to convert her to Buddhism (I’m not even Buddhist, but it I knew enough to piss her off).

I said something to the effect of “Buddhism is a philosophy. Take the positive teachings of Jesus and remove the magical nonsense and a violent, jealous god”.

Either way, she said she was going to pray for me.

They would say “no thank you” and go away.

Once a pair of them got themselves let into my apartment building by ringing a random doorbell, and woke me up in the morning by knocking on my door. I was groggy and grumpy and didn’t use my manners: I answered the door in my underwear and propositioned them. Both of them. I told them I was horny and invited them in for a three way. You could see the blood drain out of their faces before they turned and left…

Strangely, no religious door-knockers have bothered me since I moved to the burbs. I thought I’d get more of them here.

I once had a very gentle and open conversation with a pair of Mormon missionary kids. They were unfailingly polite and reasonable; very unlike evangelical witnesses. I answered their questions, most of which were basically the usual misunderstandings about atheism.

At my statement that I found no clear or consistent proof of supernatural beings they responded, “well, if we can come up with something you’d accept as evidence, would you hear us out?” I said I would indeed and we all shook hands and I never saw them again.