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Last Thursday I was in the back yard trowelling a concrete pad that I had just poured. It was only 4 foot by 5 foot and 4 inches thick, but I was doing it alone and it was close to ninety degrees outside in full sun. There was little to no breeze and I was sweating and getting a bit frustrated because it was setting up quickly and I was having a difficult time knocking the rocks down. Next thing you know, from behind me I hear, “Excuse me sir, we are from the Church of God, and were wondering if you had time to talk to us.” I turned around and hear were these two, young men. They were about fourteen to fifteen I would guess, dressed in black pants, white shirts black ties, and carrying bibles.

 

 

“Let me stop you right there.” I responded. “Does it look like I have time to stop and talk to you about your invisible God?” “I’m not interested,” I continued, “I am an atheist.”

 

 

At this point a smart person would realize I was busy, sweating my butt off, my back was blistering red from sunburn, my hair and shorts were soaked through with sweat and I’m sure the look on my face and tone of voice were full of disdain.

 

 

Boy’s response; “What makes you believe you are an atheist?”

 

Answer; “I don’t believe in your God, now if you don’t mind I….”

 

Other boy cuts me off with; “Did you ever have faith?”

 

At this time my face is redder than my sun burnt back and I’m sure my eyes were probably about glowing.:pureevil: “Listen my grandfather was a Baptist minister; I was brought up a Baptist, now I don’t believe in your hateful God. You are not wanted here so get out of my yard!”

 

 

They then turned and walked away but not without giving a little chuckle, which to this day confuses me. No sorry to bother you sir, or thanks for you time, the usual niceties. Not even an Okay and quietly walking off, but a chuckle from one and a huge smile from the other. I swear if I didn’t have 800lbs of concrete about to set up on me I would have chased after them, swearing and threatening them if they ever came on my property again. :screams: First the nerve to come into my backyard, then the gall to see that I was busy but yet still bother me, and then interrupting me and questioning me, and finally the smug, self-righteous chuckle and look as they pompously walked away. All I can say is they better not try to come back when I’m not busy. I will be better prepared the next time. :moon:

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I was actually thinking the same thing, would have been a little lumpy but more satisfying!

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They then turned and walked away but not without giving a little chuckle, which to this day confuses me. No sorry to bother you sir, or thanks for you time, the usual niceties. Not even an Okay and quietly walking off, but a chuckle from one and a huge smile from the other.

Smug little bastards. Last thing I would tolerate is condescension from a 15 year old. I agree, concrete galoshes for those two nitwits.

 

One of my few, scattered victories against Christianity while I was in it, was making myself scarce when someone wanted the young people to go "witnessing". Even then, I recognized the impertinence of it. It was one of the few areas where I had standards and where I did not embarrass myself by being party to something that was Just Wrong.

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One of my few, scattered victories against Christianity while I was in it, was making myself scarce when someone wanted the young people to go "witnessing". Even then, I recognized the impertinence of it. It was one of the few areas where I had standards and where I did not embarrass myself by being party to something that was Just Wrong.

 

I always hated witnessing as well. I went to Bible college for a year, and I joined a drama team. It was great fun, but on one of our outings, I was required to go along the beach and witness to people. I was partnered with the leader of the group. I was thinking, silly me, that we would walk up to people and tell them about the love of Jesus. We went up to one woman, and asked her if she knew Jesus. She said she had heard of him but wasn't interested in getting saved. To my astonishment, my partner proceeded to tell her that if she didn't hurry up and get saved, she would miss out on the rapture, and then her only choice would be to go to hell or get saved after the rapture and get her head cut off in the great tribulation.

 

I had never heard of the rapture or the great tribulation, and when he told her all this as a method for convincing her, I just stood there open mouthed in shock. Then I got very embarrassed, and one would think I would have been on my way out of the religion right then and there. Unfortunately, I just decided that he was misguided in his doctrine, and it was another eleven years before I finally figured out what a crock it all was. Wendybanghead.gifWendybanghead.gifWendybanghead.gif

 

 

 

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You missed a bold opportunity to put their asses to work. ;)

 

Tell em God put them there to help. They can't argue with that. Free labor! :D

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Smug little bastards.

I feel the same way. The only way to effectively deal with people like that is with extreme sarcasm, to make them feel foolish. It's quite satisfying to see them try to not show their anger. :)

 

In a VERY sarcastic voice, 'Oh you want to tell me about God. Oh I want to hear that SOOO bad. but it's unfortunate that I have to finish this work, otherwise I'd LOVE to hear all about your religion. It must be SOOO great, judging by the looks of you. Bye guys (WITH A HUGE SARCASTIC SMILE ON YOUR FACE)'' Talk down to the little bastards, that's what they do to people all the time.

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