I rode up Alvarado Street the other day. It’s a road I don’t take often due to a steep, and I’ll confess, uncomfortable climb. It’s one of the few roads that keeps my speed in the single digits — generally about 9 mph. However, I wanted to work off the french fries I stole from mom at lunch, so I took a left where I generally take a right.

There’s a house I pass on the way up Alvarado — owned by some of my first clients in Fallbrook, nearly 20-years ago. It’s a family of three — a father, his wife, and their (then) teenage daughter. I trained the parents for general fitness and for their daughter, a competitive tennis player, I was a private strength and conditioning coach. 

They invited me over for dinner one evening, maybe a few months after our professional relationship began. I was new to town and grateful for the invite. I even wore long pants that evening — which doesn’t happen more than a few times a decade. I arrived at dinner with a bottle of wine and some flowers for my hosts. We sat in the living room and caught up for a few minutes, but they were quick to serve dinner.

I was escorted to the dining room and to a table which more resembled a holiday meal than a casual dinner. Something among the fabulous place settings stood out though — on one dinner plate was a stack of books and pamphlets. The book on top, A Purpose Driven Life, was making its way through churches across the nation at the time. 

As I sat, my host turned the deadbolt on the door leading from the dining room to the back patio. It occurred to me only later, that might have been for effect. As his wife began bringing dishes from the kitchen into the dining room, my host began talking about his journey into Christianity. I immediately felt uncomfortable.

Dinner was served, and forgive the expression, but the sales-pitch continued through the entire meal. It was loud, relentless, and I was afforded no time to speak or reply on my own behalf. I was being witnessed to — a concept I was familiar with, but had never experienced. After dinner we settled in the living room for a continuation of the same. 

Feeling less comfortable, I made attempts to change the conversation or suggest it might be time to go. I was met with scenario after scenario that might benefit my soul, and was asked repeatedly for a commitment to join them at church the following Sunday. I gave the same vague excuse each time I was pressed — that I was unsure whether or not I’d be working that Sunday. I didn’t have anything against church, but I didn’t want to be coerced into going. 

Their schpeel continued into the evening and I was getting weary. I wanted nothing more than to get in my car and drive away, but felt trapped. It must have been as clear to them I wanted to leave as it was to me that they weren’t willing to release me. I sat for a couple of hours, listening to all their brand of Christianity could offer my life. The evening came to conclusion just before midnight, but not without a couple more attempts to get me to commit to attending church with them. 

I couldn’t drive home fast enough. I felt dirty as I drove away — like my mind had been violated, because it had been. To this day it was the most uncomfortable I’ve been in the presence of social contemporaries. I didn’t feel violated because of the content of their offering, but from their method of delivery.

The church they were associated with, I learned in subsequent weeks, one of the larger ones in this area, was known for this pressing sales approach. I’m not sure if any perks, credits, or heavenly incentives are offered for each soul brought to the table, but they got no bounty for me that night.

Anyone who knows me knows I’m religion’s biggest fan, though I subscribe to none. More than half the books I own have to do with the world’s religions, both historic and current, and their value in society.  I will argue until my dying breath that the world needs religion — it’s the mortar that holds the bricks of culture together. 

We live in a time when far too many people are critical of or are outright against religion. It’s not religion we should be against, not ever. It is the abuse of religion which gives all faiths a bad name — in the same way that it’s the abuse of any institution that gives those institutions bad reputations. And I can think of few worse abuses of religion, than trying to get somebody to commit to it against their will — over chicken cacciatore and a raspberry vinaigrette salad. 

I didn’t let that incident sour me on Christianity, Christians, or the upside of that tradition. It did though, reinforce my stance on propagating any religion — that it should be made available, but never forced down anyone’s throat.

This is what I think about when I ride… Jhciacb

This week by the numbers…

Bikes Ridden: 7

Miles: 171

Climbing: 7,800’

Mph Avg: 15.4

Calories: 9,800

Seat Time: 11 hours 07 minutes

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10 thoughts on “Can I Get A Witness…

  1. To echo your statement, this is the sort of thing that gives religion a bad name. It’s proselytizing at its worst. Spreading the word by interrogation harkens back to the darkest days of the Spanish inquisition (that no one expects. sorry had to throw that in there as a Monty Python fan).
    I have friends who were lured into the same situation and were pushed to switch Christian denominations, they didn’t and no longer have contact with those people.
    The lack of respect really chaps me.
    Like you I believe we need religion for social connections, common belief etc., but respect for others beliefs must be core.

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    1. Thank you, Cliff, Very much.

      You brought up a point that I didn’t spell out in the essay, but that I think about all the time — in the days after that encounter, I wondered how many people just gave in and decided to call themselves Christians, even as non-believers, just because the pressure was so great. I’ll suggest, worldwide, and among all faiths, that number is extremely high and that’s the biggest part of the problem.

      Your words are greatly appreciated, and I’ll say it every time — even if it’s through this electronic pulse, I’m still grateful you’re in my life.

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    1. Absolutely not, Eva. Never, not once. You were always gracious and sharing and I have a great deal of appreciation and respect for that. You probably don’t know the people who were involved in this.

      All these years later, I still have a great respect for your faith and I’m glad to be connected to you…

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  2. Oh Boy Lordy. One of the sensitive subjects I try to be sensitive and not talk about along with politics, religion,money and sex/gender. I shared with you why I resigned from a good career in the medical device industry over being challenged by my religious beliefs. I’m a Christian believer, however this sort of thing you wrote on chaps my hide as well.Too bad you had that experience. Thank you for sharing my brother.

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  3. Those are truly awful situations and I think they push more people away from religion than they ever do find new recruits…
    You were a real gentleman to stay through dinner… I would’ve been fleeing about Two minutes into it!

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    1. There would be another one just a few months later from the same church. I was better prepared the second time around. I’ll tell you about it in the studio sometime…

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