evangelists and me

[finluithiel]

I have no idea why, but Christian lay missionaries hone in on me whenever they set out to preach the Word of God. Various earnest attempts to save my immortal soul have been made by Seventh-Day Adventists, Mormons, Methodists, several churches I don't even remember anymore, and -- this is what I don't get -- by Catholics just as I came out of a Catholic church after a Mass. I've been accosted at home, inside elevators, in malls, in school cafeterias, on the MRT, on buses, and, on one memorable occasion, inside a taxicab by a cab driver during rush hour traffic. It's like I have a huge, metaphysical sign flashing luridly over my head, stating, "NON-RELIGIOUS PERSON OVER HERE - CONVERT CONVERT CONVERT!"

It's not that I don't believe in God, because I do. I really, really do. It's just that I find the idea of identifying with a particular religion uncomfortable. I have no problems with people who want to articulate their faith as a community -- just, you know, don't make me join you. Any attempts to do so will not end well.

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This entry is brought to you by the film Monty Python's Life of Brian and the weirdest attempt to convert me to date.