The Position of Missionaries
Lately my neighborhood seems to have been targeted by missionaries from a couple of different religions. They show up sporadically, sometimes ringing the doorbell and handing out literature, occasionally stopping their car to chat with me when I’m out walking. It would be easy to be irritated but they’re always kind, polite and personable — never obnoxious or pushy about their beliefs — and I can’t see any reason to be cruel. It is fairly easy to tell them a white lie however, saying I’m on the way out the door or that my husband is ill. For the couple yesterday — a warm, friendly man and wife combo — I stood in the doorway and hauled out my childhood religion as justification not to hear their spiel. I’m not sure — I think I may have seen them glance at one another with concern and back up ever so slightly when I told them I’d been raised Catholic. They’re doing what they feel they’ve been directed by their faith to do and it’s not like they have terrorist tendencies. Or at least I don’t believe they do. They’re proselytizing because that’s what they believe is right. It doesn’t appear that they have any nefarious leanings and the truth is that on some level, I admire them. Much like political canvassing — which I have done — it takes courage to be willing to have doors slammed in your face for your beliefs.