Your poem brings to mind uncomfortable conversations with Mormons and Jehovah’s Witnesses at the front door. I will never forget the day my Episcopal priest dad invited a group of them into the house for refreshments and a theology discussion. They didn’t stand a chance.
It was. I actually felt a little sorry for the proselytizers. They were no match against a Biblical scholar–and my dad wasn’t in any way being pendantic.
Your poem brings to mind uncomfortable conversations with Mormons and Jehovah’s Witnesses at the front door. I will never forget the day my Episcopal priest dad invited a group of them into the house for refreshments and a theology discussion. They didn’t stand a chance.
Ha. That would have been great to see.
It was. I actually felt a little sorry for the proselytizers. They were no match against a Biblical scholar–and my dad wasn’t in any way being pendantic.
Hopefully, they learned something.
If nothing else, I think they would have known that my dad was taking them seriously–and that counts for something.
Yes. Probably very compelling.
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Have a great day, Chuck.
You too, Mark!! Hope your weekend has been going great!
So far so good. 🙂