Hello to you. It’s Tuesday evening, 7:57 pm as I start to write to you. How are you? I hope you are feeling more clear-headed than I have been today. I am feeling like you do with jet-lag and all I’ve been wanting to do is sleep! The coffee I’m drinking as I sit here is helping a little bit – Starbucks Veranda “flavor.” It’s not as good as the Bright Sky flavor we usually buy but lately it just hasn’t been in stock!
So this evening we were watching more of the Victoria television series and there came a knock at the door. I figured whomever it was, they must be people we know such as neighbors or very brave souls! It was dark, Link and Spot sounded ferocious and I hadn’t turned on our porch light yet. I opened the door to find two women, Cindy and Sandy, and they were passing out pamphlets and an invitation to their church here in town. I let them know that Kyle and I aren’t church going people but thanked them for their visit and we parted with Cindy saying a prayer for us.
Had this been even a couple of years ago, this encounter would not have gone the same. Kyle and I used to identify spiritually as Pagans. We used to get so frustrated and angry when people came to our door soliciting for Christ! I had even put together a hand out to give to people coming to our door like this to explain what our beliefs were lol. Some times there were even arguments and banishments from future visits from such people!
Then I changed…..
I’m not quite sure exactly when it happened, but I think it was a couple of years ago in the heat of summer. I had walked down to old town and encountered a young man who tried to sell me Christian books of some sort. I of course declined to buy any of the books, but he and I ended up talking, almost in the middle of College Drive, for several minutes about our different beliefs and it was fantastic! We agreed to disagree on several points but were mutually grateful to part our discourse with mutual respect, gratitude, kind words and a handshake. Ever since that encounter, I decided that I would be different about how I received such visits at my door. I would perceive it as an opportunity versus an inconvenience or intrusion.
So tonight I went out and spoke with these brave women, since it was very dark, we kept it short. Even though they knew at our parting we probably would not be attending their church, we parted with hands held and a heartfelt prayer lead by Cindy for Kyle and I. I let them know, as I try to for all such encounters as these now, that I was grateful they were out doing what they are doing. There invitation may not have been for Kyle and I, but I feel certain that there will be a door upon which they knock that will accept.
In these times, there are many candles that have been blown out and need a light! Sometimes those carrying the light need a “light” too. That’s what Kyle and I have decided we want to be when we get these knocks on the door…..be a light in the dark.
What is your reaction or what do you do when someone from a church comes to your door?
Quotations From SOSSI KHACHADOURIAN
Be the candle that lights other’s dark,
Don’t be savage for what you possess now,
They’re today your’s,
Tomorrows are always hidden gestures,
(for my friend Sally from the WordPress blog My Beautiful Things: https://mybeautfulthings.com/ – she loves poetry and I have taken a liking to finding poems she may not have read before!)
End of Summer Poem by Rowena Bastin Bennett
(page 148 Favorite Poems Old and New)
The little songs of summer are all gone today.
The little insect instruments are all packed away:
The bumblebee’s snare drum, the grasshoppers guitar,
The katydid’s castanets – I wonder where they are.
The bullfrog’s banjo, the cricket’s violin,
The dragonfly’s cello have ceased their merry din.
Oh, where is the orchestra? From harpist down to drummer
They’ve all disappeared with the passing of the summer.