Our neighborhood is on some sort of list. We regularly get Jehovah’s Witnesses and Mormons knocking on our doors. While I can appreciate their discipline and commitment, it still bugs the tar out of me.
As I was just pondering this, the mailman came. My knee jerk reaction? I wanted to rush to the door to meet him.
What does the mailman have that the Jehovah’s witnesses don’t?
My reaction shocked me. I know most of what the mailman is junk mail. So why do I want to greet him at the door when I shrink from the others?
Here are some thoughts:
- The mail man is bringing me something I’m interested in
I’m willing to forgive the junk mail for the potential of some hope of something I’m interested in. More than willing, I’m eager. It’s the same eagerness and expectation when the UPS truck or FedEx truck drives up to our house. The promise of something new and exciting.
- I know the mail man
Sort of. Ok, I don’t know his name but we do talk from time to time. And I definitely try to say “thank you” when I see him. And he never pitches me on anything, we just are pleasant with each other.
- He’s welcome and expected
My time with my family is limited. But I have a tacit arrangement with the mailman: he comes every day except Sunday. In fact, when we didn’t get mail we called the post office the very next day! It’s not just the mailman. Yesterday, three neighbors dropped by while I was working on the front porch. All those visits were enjoyable. They were people I knew. They were welcome. These other door-to-door people aren’t expected nor are they welcome.
I don’t personally have anything against the Jehovah’s Witnesses or the Mormons. I have friends in both. There are plenty of Protestants that go door to door too. And political campaign folks. I feel the same irritation with them all.
Personally, when it comes to matters of faith (or most anything else) I’d prefer to be the mailman.
Hilarious! The FedEx truck just drove up while I was typing. My son’s new scooter is here. Gotta go!