I woke up this morning, and was catching up on some stuff. The doorbell rang and it was some kind of missionary/door to door Jesus salesperson who proffered a tract. “No thanks, I am Pagan.” I quickly said, which is my standard reply. I should have mentioned that I had to hurry up and get some breakfast to head back to the Bear run. (Drenched Fur is going well.)
I really feel strongly that going door to door to push one’s religious faith makes one’s particular faith tradition sound clingy and needy, which are HUGE turn offs for me in any arena.