FYI

Dear Gal at the Wal-Mart entrance-

Yes, I know we are ALL brothers and sisters in God's eyes and that Jesus is my Savior. I was once a proselytor too. Of course, we were expected to obey any sign that told us where this was and wasn't allowed. As a past PTA president, I happen to know you have to have permission from the store management to do ANYTHING at the Wal-Mart entrance. So, even the place where you approached me told me that you consider yourself above the rules. As a museum employee my #1 pet peeve has quickly become the "rules that apply to others do not apply to me" attitude, so there's one reason why I did not stop and discuss my religious beliefs with you. Since you didn't know that I too once went from door-to-door and person to person telling them that God loved them, you likely also didn't know about one quiet, sacred night in 1992 when I knelt in prayer on Easter weekend and asked my Father in Heaven if Christ really had died for my sins and received a very loving and overwhelming answer in the affirmative. It was a very personal moment for me, and likely one I wouldn't have been discussing with you in the Wal-Mart parking lot. Nor, had I not previously had that experience, do I think that such a private moment would have taken place there either. It's not that I don't understand and respect what you were trying to do tonight, it's just that I think you need to find a different venue.

(What?! I didn't like being witnessed to when I was working one day at Penn Square Mall either. Time and place, People. Time and place.)