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Originally Posted by KC Kings
I don't knock on a lot of doors, but I am glad you weren't behind the few that I have knocked on!
A couple of years ago Time magazine took a poll, and it said that 20% of non-church goers would have gone to church on Easter Sunday if somebody would have invited them. We have a nice Easter service, and our pastor challenged us to invite 20 people to church by giving them a professionally printed invitation. I was reluctant to participate, but we took some baggies, filled them up with Easter candy and put an invitation in them. I am 6'1", 250 with facial hair and tatoos so I was afraid that some people would be afraid to open their doors so I took my kids with me. We knocked on 20 doors, told them that we go to a great church and invited them to come on Easter Sunday, and walked away. At least half of them continued the converstation by asking where our church was or by thanking us for the candy. Only one guy appeared not to be pleased by the disturbance, but I think the candy made up for it.
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It's not like I'd automatically smear poo in your face and slam the door, especially if you're 6'1" with tatoos.
I'm not quite as much of a jackass in person as I am here, and one of the things that was effectively beat into me as a child was being courteous to strangers. Salespeople generally get a very firm (but somewhat polite) NOT INTERESTED and the door. I'd likely listen to your pitch, thank you for the invitation and politely decline.
It's when people don't go away after this that the problems start.
But still, I'd just prefer to be left the hell alone. I know where the churches are; if I feel compelled to get right with the Lord, I don't need directions.
Luckily, we don't get alot of door-to-door people in my neighborhood. I'm in a condo community on the fringe of Naperville, effectively cut off from the main part of the town and certainly looked down upon by the well-to-do snobs who live in the big houses, who probably don't want me in their churches in the first place.
