You know the drill.....
Knock at the door...... I was expecting the engineer from Hoover who was coming to fix my washing machine today, instead the second I opened the door, I somehow knew it wasn't him. A young couple, pleasent looking and genuinely nice began the spill I have done so many times, and yet rather than say something, I just sort of froze, and went into the interested householder role. I felt like I was in the TMS again on the stage doing a presentation. I didn't recognise them at all from my old congregation, and took the magazines from them. When I'd shut the door, I felt a bit bad that I didn't say who I was or rather what I was. I sort of feel guilty that they may have marked me down as an "interested one" and maybe a "return visit", I kept thinking today, what if they bring someone back next week who recognises me from the cong. I'm gonna look a right prat.
It was almost like the same feeling when I was active, and colleagues at work would sell raffle tickets, or someone would say they didn't believe in God.......I felt I should say something, but just couldn't or hesitated, and then the moment passed. What a weird feeling.
What to do eh?!