Sister Lee and Sister Bennett.
Thanks for visiting. And for informing that today presents me with a critical opportunity. God does love me and knows everything about my life. If I want to know His wisdom, all I have to do is ask him.
It’s like picking up a phone and giving Him a call. He is always there to answer my questions.
“Oh, what’s your name?”
Yeah, you already asked that.
“Oh, and where are you traveling after this?”
Yeah, I understand you’re nervous, but you already asked that too.
and my favorite part:
“Can we come in and talk for a bit?”
as they step forward through the entryway:
“Oh, is there a woman in the house?”
No, it’s fine if you like to stay out on the porch.
The thing is, yes, I’ve already read the Book of Mormon.
And the other thing is, I have to put on a face just as much as you do. To pretend I haven’t heard this spiel before, that I don’t know the package you’re selling, and that I feel sorry that you’re just getting going and you’re uncomfortable approaching people about your life-changing revelation.
You’re uncomfortable because your selling. Not telling.
So stop parroting the pitch and tell me your fucking story. What conversation did you have with God? What did He tell you?
If you are going to sell me on God, you’re going to have to sing me more than tired pop music. I want indie, singer-song writer, dammit.