The last stranger who approached me about a weight loss program said it was a Christian program that her church was sponsoring.
I started laughing.
She looked shocked and stammered something.
I shook my head and told her no, diets don’t work.
She recovered a bit, and said, “Well, all the women in the group at church have lost a lot of money…”
This is when I really lost it. “No, really? They LOST a LOT of MONEY? THAT I believe.” I was pointing at her face, nearly yelling. “THAT, I BELIEVE. THAT. I. BELIEVE.”
Then I turned and nearly ran for the door.
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I wonder what she thought. Did she think I was crazy? I wouldn’t be surprised. I think I acted a little crazy, myself. I do think laughing was a better response than for me to fall apart, but raising my voice might have been overkill.
(Not that I was exactly thinking at the time, mind.)
I also wonder what sort of church she attends, whether it’s closer to the more evangelical/fundamentalist one I attended growing up, or the “mainline” churches I’ve attended since. I remember the Evangelism Explosion program I participated in during college. If you’d filled out a visitor card at our church, we’d knock on your door one evening and offer to answer any questions you had about the church and, perhaps, peddle some religion. It was an earnest group, hoping to change the world for the better.
We did respect “No”, however. We didn’t push. Partly it was that we saw ourselves as representing Christ and the Church, and thus on our best behavior. But partly it was simple politeness. This was about 10 years after Jim Jones and his People’s Temple had made the “evil cult” a TV staple; we didn’t want to be pushy.
Maybe that woman was a thin, alternate-universe version of me. I don’t know. I don’t wish her ill.
(Of course, the more mischevious part of me wonders now if she might have been trying to sell me on two cults for the price of one. Heck, add in Amway / Quixtar, have a trifecta! ;)