The Intrusive Act of Proselytizing

Back in 2019, a few weeks before Easter, I came upon an odd scene in my neighborhood. I was driving behind a car full of old ladies. The vehicle moved at a snail’s pace due to the fact that every few minutes the old ladies would amble from the car up my neighbors’ driveways, flyers in hand, shoving their tiny pieces of paper in door jams, only to wander back to the car for more flyers. I watched for several minutes as I followed…