parmesan wrote:I like to think that religious people can be saved from their religion, so if I am approached and have time, I do like to try and save them. They were coming to try and save me, so I return the compliment.
Jehovah's Witnesses are the usual ones who need saving. I can't help but feel a little sorry for them. Imagine actually believing that? It must be like suffering from a severe mental illness. I invite them in and offer them a hot drink, and then ask them to explain to me exactly how they ended up believing in their thing, who it was that introduced them, why they haven't managed to get out of it, etc.
These days I can't help but laugh when they approach, and the ones that know turn around and skedaddle.
I have the same opinion of those trying to persuade me to join their religion.
There's a nice JW that drops by every month or so (more often and with his son and wife, when the weather is nice, and he's even brought his visiting father too) that I have long chats with. He's almost convinced me to have a Bible study with him. The only stumbling block I can see is that I require equal air-time for the deal to go through, and he might not be used to that. Being able to have a monopoly on what the topic of conversation is makes it easy for them, so him knowing that I won't just sit there and nod might scare him away from such a formal agreement. We'll see.
So much of what he says is just plain childish and ignorant, that I have problems pretending we have any common ground to stand on when we talk. I have not hedged on the fact that I'm a strong atheist and think that the Bible is bunk, but I treat him with respect and we both enjoy the mental exercise.
I know that they (just like suicide bombers) are deluded and think that they're doing what's right. If I believed what they did, I'd do the same thing, so I find it hard to condemn them personally. The fact that the world, especially an educated, wealthy society like ours (Canada), still has people that believe that crap is what I have a problem with. I fight the root problem, not the individuals that are trapped in it.
At my last work place there was a JW and a Mormon, and when I quit, they both gave me their respective Bibles. They were both really great guys and I still have their Bibles. Since they both knew my thoughts on religion it was cool that they both independently thought that their last chance to 'save' me was to give me the word of their gods. It's the thought that counts- that's why my kid's 'art' is on my office walls and not Audubon or Bateman.
My love of sarcasm
still gets me in trouble with my family and friends when this topic comes up, but they soon learn that's it's nothing personal.
Keep up the good fight dude- it's for a good cause and it's fun. (Although sometimes the desire to do this...
, is not so much fun.)