This morning, a kid showed up with his dad at my aunt's house to try to convince her to go to their church. I had spent the night, and I was still in my pajamas, making something to eat. The little boy, probably 5th or 6th grade, was truly a salesman-in-training. "Do you go to church every week?" and "Are you 100% sure you're going to heaven?" were some of the non-stop questions he asked. The kid's dad had really drilled him well. My aunt was finally, and nicely, able to pry them away from the door and they finally left.
If I hadn't been in my pajamas, I would have enjoyed such a challenge. Not that it would have really been a challenge - only one thing would be necessary for them to leave me alone. Make them prove how or why Sunday is the day to go to church. It'd take 30 seconds to stump them.
Sure, they can show how they 'prove' that Jesus rose on Sunday (He rose on Saturday, but that's another topic), but it still doesn't show that Jesus told them to worship on Sunday. The only reason to worship on Sunday is the fact that it is the day to worship the sun god - in other words, yet another example of paganism rearing its ugly head.
I hope they come back. I could use some entertainment.
1 comment:
I would love to have seen that challenge but only with the man by the youths side! Maybe if he does come back, I will be ready to challenge him instead rather than with tongue tied wondering what is wrong with this world when adults start having the youth do their...should I say it...dirty work?
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