My friends, and I know you are because you’re at my front door for selfless motives regarding the welfare of my immortal soul. You know, gods tether.
I will no longer give the seemingly well intended a free pass. I dislike being confronted at my home. I end up standing there with the door open and a quizzical expression on my fiz while I wait for my new friends to finish their spiel. I created this tri-fold brochure to hand out to the door-to-door. It’s way to wordy and horribley condisending. I just don’t care anymore. Think of it as a template for your own approach.
Remember, faith is a poor substitute for evidence. It can, has and is used to justify anything.
Dog bless you all.
I offer these questions for your consideration.
“Why should anyone feel compelled to be subservient to a benevolent benefactor? Put another way, what kind of dick expects to be worshipped for doing what came naturally?” Nationofnope.