Whether they be Witnesses, Mormons, or another proselytizing religion, how do you deal with people coming to your door to spread their religion?
I just had my first experience since getting a place of my own and had a decent conversation through the crack in my door. After I told him I was an atheist he tried to use apologetics; when I told him I was familiar with his arguments and didn't find them convincing further explaining that I take a scientific route of belief and chose not to believe until there is evidence for a god. He understood and thanked me for explaining and listening to him and he left with a handshake. I was surprised at myself for how civil I was to him but how does everyone else usually respond?
It hasn't happened to me yet. But if they come to my place, I plan to open the door wearing nothing but my bra and undies and a satanic cross necklace. Then ask "are you the escort/prostitute I sent for?"
Then watch them scurry away. XD
I know I'm terrible.
I have often let them in and engaged them in a long protracted theological dialogue. Not that there is usualy any point to considering their apologetics with a view to converting and least of all because there is much (if any) hope of de-converting the deluded theist, but rather that I consider it a community service to take them of the street for an hour or two. The longer I (a seasoned atheist - immune to their proselytizing) can spend engaging them in discussion the fewer other poor souls might be wasted to their delusional ideology. It's not exactly heroic, but it does give me a little buzz, like giving blood, or tipping a busker.
Hi. I might sound mean, but i think life is too short not to have a good laugh.
About 2 years ago it happened to me, i was coming back from a walk with my dogs and saw door-knockers were coming, so i had time to prepare.
I found an old necronomicom look alike book i had when a was a teen, and when they came,i smiled weirdly, book in my hand and i gave them the classic " Hi ! Im a agent of Satan, but my duties are mostly ceremonials. What blood type are you guys ? Wanna come in ? "
About 5 seconds of silence later, they thank me for my time and left. I told them they can come back anytime.Never heard of them again. Kind of miss them
I was more polite when I was younger. I would tell them honestly and openly that I intended to gently mock their beliefs and advise them to walk on. I'd then tease them a bit but they usually took the hint.
More recently I have become convinced that religion is the cancer of which the human race will die. I'm less inclined to chat with people who want to give me cancer. (Getting a bit grumpy in my old age!)
I try to be nice cause I am a door knocker myself-as a campaign volunteer for the Democratic Party I do neighborhood canvassing.....People are usually pretty nice-but not everyone is....I try to be nice to everyone who knocks on my door.....I don't like being hateful or people being hateful to me
My last encounter was long ago and perhaps a universal message to any proselytizers to "stay away from this guy!"
I opened the door to, "Brother, do you know Jay-Zeus?"
My response: "Brother, you just missed him! He was here and left pretty drunk with a couple of <prostitutes> ...they were helping him out because he drank nearly all my damn wine..."
As they were hurriedly leaving I asked if they had any messages if he were to return. I got no response. Heathens.
The last one that came was a Witness. I told him before he started that I am an atheist. He asked me how I thought we were"created". I said that we weren't created, we simply live on a Goldilocks planet - not too cold or too hot and there was the right combination of vegetation et al to support us. As to why that was, well simply put it is just serendipitous. He was stumped as to what to say to that and told me to have a nice day.
I had a raw cow's heart, and knew when they would reach my apartment. They would knock at the door. I walk out to greet them. conversation ensues. I take my cow heart and eat it letting the blood drip down from my face. One kid says that he's gonna be sick, the other calls me a satanic freak. The second one calls the police on me claiming that I was eating human hearts. Tests come back bovine. I request that they tell the Christians that they were human hearts.
That was 3 years ago. They still don't go to the apartments where I used to live anymore.
They are usually fairly easy-going and will leave if you politely tell them you aren't interested. You might have to say it a few times though. I did get to have a fascinating discussion with some Mormon boys about the philosophies of non-duality once. I could tell one of them was really interested. Hopefully I planted a few seeds of independent thought.
Same as you, I talk to them.
Ask them questions, like -
in the Noah's ark story, why did God drown a lot of innocent animals? Noah saved no more than seven of each, so God drowned thousands or millions of animal who didn't sin. [Can they sin?]
He is God, so he could have take them all to Heaven for forty days (Noah too, for that matter). Or gifted them all with breath water. Or made them all vanish, and spent another six days making them all again.
I once sold Fuller Brush door to door, back in the early 1970s when there were still housewives at home during the day to sell to.
For door knockers today, I look to see what they're selling. If I am not in the market I smile and say, "I'm sorry I'm not interested" as I'm closing the door."
Don't wait for their reaction. Just close the door.
If they hem and haw, start a long explanation or spiel, I smile and say "I'm sorry I'm not interested."
Don't engage them, unless you are interested in their product.
(I suppose if you're not Canadian you can leave out the "I'm sorry".)
the one and only time I had them come to my door, I was on the treadmill in the bedroom, and I could clearly see them, and they could clearly see me too, I just kept walking on the treadmill, looking at them, they finally left, pretty boring story, but I have a friend who happened to be moving some heavy furniture into his apartment, he asked them to help him carry everything up the stairs and they did, he said they were real nice guys!