ThomG frightens Christians

The doorbell rang while I was wiping down the bathroom.
A couple of days ago, there was a flier on the front doorknob announcing that a very conservative Christian church would send their faithful to “preach the Good Word” during the Easter season.
At the door were a heavyset middle-aged woman and an awkward, pimp-faced teenager who looked like he wanted to be anywhere else but on my porch.
Sirius’ punk channel pumped out “Brand New Cadillac” by The Clash.
The volume wasn’t at 11, but it was damn close.
I got to the door just as Joe Strummer sang;

“Baby, baby drove up in a Cadillac; I said, Jesus Christ! Where’d you get that Cadillac? She said, balls to you, daddy. She ain’t never coming back!”

“Oh, oh,” the woman said. “We are so sorry to have bothered you.”
She turned, bumped into the teen and nearly sprinted down the driveway.
Here’s a blanket statement (and my opinion): Conservative Christians are some of the most intolerant people on this planet.
(And if any conservative Christians want to debate me, here I am.)
Granted, I’m hard to pigeonhole. I march to my own musical beat. I look different. I act different.
And make no apologies for doing so.
(And no one else should either; what makes this world special an interesting is the little differences.)
This woman decided not to get to know that. She saw what she wanted to see, and left.
She didn’t see a man secure in his faith, his spiritual condition. Connected to his emotions, his feelings.
I believe in faith, fidelity, family. I believe in a lot of great and wonderful things.
I stand at a place of great adventure, open to the world and what it can teach; what it can share.
She didn’t get the chance to find that out. She didn't want to chat.
Her loss.