They look at me quizzically. "But God is everywhere."
"Oh yeah," I mumble. "Sure, he's here like that, but not, like . . . physically. I mean I don't even know why you're here. I barely know the guy."
The taller one looks at his friend, who brightens, "But you do know that He is your Lord and Savior, right?"
I resolutely do not look at Jesus, even though I can't avoid seeing him twitch in my peripheral vision.
I'm not a good actor, and I'm having a hard time coming up with lines. "I don't know, I really believe more in democracy than all that lords and serf stuff. I'm not into feudalism, even allegorically."
The taller one tries again, "Well, may we have a moment of your time? We'd like to share with you His message of salvation."
I shake my head, "No, I don't think so. He can tell me Himself if I see him."
There's a smacking sound as Jesus slaps his own forehead and I can't avoid glancing sideways to see him glaring at me, and gesturing for me to close the door.
I push the knob, but I don't want to be rude, "I hope you find your friend," I say as the door clicks shut.
I throw the deadbolt, and look at Jesus. "Those guys were persistent."
He scrubs his beard, "You have no idea."
"What do they want anyway?" I ask.
He waves his hand, "Don't worry about it. Hey, race me again on Rainbow Road . . ."
MarcusKestrel t1_jdxia6x wrote
Reply to [WP] You open your door to find some religious looking people standing there. "Have you found our lord and savior, Jesus Christ?" You glance behind your door, where Jesus is shushing you. by Affectionate_Bit_722
"No man, he's not here." I reply
They look at me quizzically. "But God is everywhere."
"Oh yeah," I mumble. "Sure, he's here like that, but not, like . . . physically. I mean I don't even know why you're here. I barely know the guy."
The taller one looks at his friend, who brightens, "But you do know that He is your Lord and Savior, right?"
I resolutely do not look at Jesus, even though I can't avoid seeing him twitch in my peripheral vision.
I'm not a good actor, and I'm having a hard time coming up with lines. "I don't know, I really believe more in democracy than all that lords and serf stuff. I'm not into feudalism, even allegorically."
The taller one tries again, "Well, may we have a moment of your time? We'd like to share with you His message of salvation."
I shake my head, "No, I don't think so. He can tell me Himself if I see him."
There's a smacking sound as Jesus slaps his own forehead and I can't avoid glancing sideways to see him glaring at me, and gesturing for me to close the door.
I push the knob, but I don't want to be rude, "I hope you find your friend," I say as the door clicks shut.
I throw the deadbolt, and look at Jesus. "Those guys were persistent."
He scrubs his beard, "You have no idea."
"What do they want anyway?" I ask.
He waves his hand, "Don't worry about it. Hey, race me again on Rainbow Road . . ."