I’m up in my den idling away the precious minutes of my life sitting at my computer desk when I hear a knock at my front door. I get up from my chair and look out the window behind the monitor. Down at street level I see some dressed men walking past my house. This looks familiar. Clue one.

Early mornings I leave my front door open and the screen door locked to allow some morning sunlight into the living room. As I walk down the stairs I observe a well dressed man standing outside wearing the sort of pasted on smile I have seen many times before. I note that he is holding some brochures in one hand. Clue two. Pretty sure I know what’s coming. No…you’re not a salesman…exactly…

Yes?

Good morning sir. Are you ready to experience Jesus’ promise for eternal life?

I’m not a believer. This conversation is over.

Proselytizer walks off, no further trying, facial expression totally unchanged. I begin to wonder if I’ve just spoken with some new kind of ambulatory bot. Maybe it was the pride flag hanging off my porch. Or my long hair and the tie dye t-shirt I was wearing. Or my face just then. I have often wondered what my resting face looks like after hours staring into a computer monitor.

First proselytizers of the season…start of spring was a few days ago wasn’t it…

I go back upstairs. As I walk back into my den I begin regretting that I didn’t thank the man for getting me away from the darn computer, even if it was just momentarily. I still have to do my taxes.