tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2627855023521770072.post6027976800494929955..comments2023-06-16T03:54:00.078-05:00Comments on From Austin to A&M: In which I get freaked out by random men witnessing to meCourtneyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17351518605068734277noreply@blogger.comBlogger3125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2627855023521770072.post-31690483200051197182009-11-16T15:09:46.366-06:002009-11-16T15:09:46.366-06:00"a good question between two very intimate fr..."a good question between two very intimate friends. Otherwise, just weird and wrong."<br /><br />Agreed. Frankly, I was a little pissed about the whole thing afterwords. I had two don't-talk-to-me signals going (I was reading a book and had my headphones in) and I was a woman being approached by a strange man in the dark, a man who clearly had few problems with asking me if I wanted to tell him my personal problems.<br /><br />I understand that crisis--I used to be a Christian, after all, and I had serious problems with witnessing and missionary work then, as well, though I felt guilty about it. Now, I feel like witnessing is similar to hitting on strange women in public. In that situation, a man thinks that his right to talk to you trumps your right to be left alone. He may think he has good intentions (and, he's a nice guy, not a rapist!), but the object of his flirtation sure doesn't know what his intentions are, or how nice he is. Similarly, a witnessing individual may think that he has good intentions, and is a good sort of person, but the person to whom he's witnessing doesn't know either of those things, and can't find them out in a safe way. And anyone who isn't a moron knows that being Christian doesn't automatically make you a good person. <br /><br />The moral of the story is, I should have been rude. I should have told that guy to piss off and made sure he walked away. I had a right not only to privacy, but to be left alone in a public place.Courtneyhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/17351518605068734277noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2627855023521770072.post-63762954556259914152009-11-16T12:48:53.376-06:002009-11-16T12:48:53.376-06:00About what "motivates one to approach strange...About what "motivates one to approach strangers at night to pray with them:" many American Christian (if I can make sweeping generalizations) find ourselves in an identity crisis stemming from wanting to follow Christ--telling people that Jesus is the Way, Truth and the Life--and not wanting to follow him. Claiming that a dead guy is not just God but also calling the shots in your life is really kind of messed up. <br /><br />I'm not trying to be self-indulgently deprecating, but I'm trying to say that a lot of us have no idea what we're supposed to be doing as Christians. If we're going to be followers of Jesus, what the heck does that mean? So this guy, whose Christianity is probably compartmentalized into some internal "spirituality" that has no bearing in the real world (if he's like most Christians) knows that such compartmentalization is wrong and doesn't know how to "make it more real." So he decides he going to be a creeper and "witness" to a total stranger. <br /><br />"Is there anything you're struggling with that we can pray about together:" a good question between two very intimate friends. Otherwise, just weird and wrong.Royhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/13181879935063705774noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2627855023521770072.post-20006893763779144092009-11-13T20:20:49.142-06:002009-11-13T20:20:49.142-06:00If you had said that you were a Christian, he woul...If you had said that you were a Christian, he would have entered into, "Have you fallen away? Are you living your best?"<br /><br />Guilt, guilt, guilt, guilt, guilt guilt guilt. The salespitch of the damned.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.com