I like to think the area where I live in Westwood is one of Cincinnati’s best kept secrets but maybe I’m fooling myself.
This past Saturday morning, I was out enjoying a walk. It was the first really warm day we’ve had for a while and it kept good to get out of my living space.
Returning home, approaching my building, I could see two guys standing there. By the white shirts and plastic name tags, I knew immediately who they were and what they wanted.
As I started to enter my building, they handed me a pamphlet named “Who Are Jehovah’s Witnesses?”
They wanted to know if I had a few minutes to talk. Being polite as I could be, I said no.
They didn’t push and I’m thankful for that. When I got inside my apartment, I threw their pamphlet in the trash.
People trying to force their religion on me is nothing new. A few years ago in CityBeat’s Living Out Loud column, I wrote about being approached on the bus.
Here’s a thought: How would you like it if I knocked on your door or sat next to you on a bus and tried to talk you out of your religion? How would you like it if I told you I thought you were nuts to believe everything you read in the Bible?
Chances are you wouldn’t like it and you would be right. I have no right to inflict my views on you. Just return the favor to me.
(Graphic from Google)