Their apparent leader, a muscular and shirtless youth, accosted me with a greeting and a leaflet. I was invited to a Bible study group in someone's apartment; and, did I "have a personal relationship with Jesus?"
This was a bit of a tough question for me. The truth is, I only know the guy from his books, movies, and television commercials. On the other hand, whatever they claimed, I was pretty sure the same was true of each of them. My reptilian brain reviewed the arithmetic, cravenly said "Yes," and sent me on my way.
Once home, I read their leaflet:
Are things falling apart?Well duh! Or should I say damn right?
No answers?Well of course I have answers - I'm a blogger! Maybe not correct answers, but they didn't look like they were likely to shed much illumination on the questions that really interested me in any case.
No hope?I'm just a dope for a thing called hope, with apologies to Mary Martin et. al.
And the free food probably wasn't that good anyway.