It's been quite a while, maybe over a year at least, since any god
pushers have come knocking on my front door, asking me to join
their cult, or for handouts or donations of some kind. The last ones
were a group of Mormons, or maybe JW's, I can't remember for sure,
but I know that it's probably been well over a year since I've had
such a visit.

So, after such a long while, I was visited this morning by a man
asking for donations to help out people hooked on drugs. He was a
black man with gold wire-rimmed glasses, in his early thirties or
maybe late twenties from what I could tell, and he told me that he
used to be hooked on crack cocaine, and that Jesus saved him from
his addiction.

He was carrying two boxes of Austin brand "Grilled Cheese" crackers,
and underneath them was a Bible. He handed me a small piece of paper
which you can see in the images below. One side was in English, and
the other side was in Spanish.

http://web2.airmail.net/~elo/jpg/churchflyer.jpg
http://web2.airmail.net/~elo/jpg/churchflyerspanish.jpg

Maybe I should call them and alert them to the errors? I wish
I'd had noticed 'em when he was there on the porch, and I would've
had some fun. Maybe even point out that "Miercoles" is the day of
worship of Mercury, and press him on why his cult holds services
on Mercury day.

It's been quite a while, maybe over a year at least, since any god
pushers have come knocking on my front door, asking me to join
their cult, or for handouts or donations of some kind. The last ones
were a group of Mormons, or maybe JW's, I can't remember for sure,
but I know that it's probably been well over a year since I've had
such a visit.

So, after such a long while, I was visited this morning by a man
asking for donations to help out people hooked on drugs. He was a
black man with gold wire-rimmed glasses, in his early thirties or
maybe late twenties from what I could tell, and he told me that he
used to be hooked on crack cocaine, and that Jesus saved him from
his addiction.

I was visited this morning by a man
asking for donations to help out people hooked on drugs. He was a
black man with gold wire-rimmed glasses, in his early thirties or
maybe late twenties from what I could tell, and he told me that he
used to be hooked on crack cocaine, and that Jesus saved him from
his addiction.

He was carrying two boxes of Austin brand "Grilled Cheese" crackers,
and underneath them was a Bible. ...

He said that he hit rock bottom, losing everything, including his
wife and children, and then, thanks to Jesus, he kicked his crack
cocaine habit, and is now back together with his wife and children.
...

"Yes, it was Jesus who saved me," he said.

It's been quite a while, maybe over a year at least, since any god
pushers have come knocking on my front door, asking me to join
their cult, or for handouts or donations of some kind. The last ones
were a group of Mormons, or maybe JW's, I can't remember for sure,
but I know that it's probably been well over a year since I've had
such a visit.

So, after such a long while, I was visited this morning by a man
asking for donations to help out people hooked on drugs. He was a
black man with gold wire-rimmed glasses, in his early thirties or
maybe late twenties from what I could tell, and he told me that he
used to be hooked on crack cocaine, and that Jesus saved him from
his addiction.

He was carrying two boxes of Austin brand "Grilled Cheese" crackers,
and underneath them was a Bible. He handed me a small piece of paper
which you can see in the images below. One side was in English, and
the other side was in Spanish.

http://web2.airmail.net/~elo/jpg/churchflyer.jpg
http://web2.airmail.net/~elo/jpg/churchflyerspanish.jpg

He said that he hit rock bottom, losing everything, including his
wife and children, and then, thanks to Jesus, he kicked his crack
cocaine habit, and is now back together with his wife and children.

I asked him why he couldn't kick the crack habit without Jesus,
and he said that he didn't have the "will power" before he met Jesus.

"Sounds like you realized you were in trouble and needed help,"
I said.

"Yes, it was Jesus who saved me," he said.

"Sounds like emotions at work to me. You realized your life was a
mess and decided to make a change," I said.

"It's more than that," he said. "You'll never understand unless you
feel the power of the holy spirit."

At that point, I realized that he was hopelessly god-soaked, and I
actually felt a bit sorry for him to begin with, after the sob story
about being addicted to crack.

So, I offered him five dollars for six packages of the cheese crackers
and he agreed. The crackers cost around 25 cents a pack retail, so
the guy made a $3.50 profit for his cult. Oh well, I guess I'm a cult
supporter.

After he left, I took a closer look at the piece of paper he gave me
and realized that Wednesday was spelled "Wensday," and that
the "YOUR INVITED" should actually read "YOU'RE INVITED."

Maybe I should call them and alert them to the errors? I wish
I'd had noticed 'em when he was there on the porch, and I would've
had some fun. Maybe even point out that "Miercoles" is the day of
worship of Mercury, and press him on why his cult holds services
on Mercury day.

So, I offered him five dollars for six packages of the cheese crackers
and he agreed.