So last night my family and I attended a neighborhood pot luck picnic in a little pocket park (a glorified street median, really) near our house: all families and kids and the American fucking dream with baked beans and potato salad and lemonade. And out of nowhere comes this dude in a mini-SUV (maybe a Kia?) driving in circles around our little pocket park, going so fast his tires squealed around each corner. During these bizarre maneuvers, he's leaning out the window screaming at us to "Repent!", "Stop using birth control", "Accept Jesus" and so on. Maybe we looked like the disciples of Satan out there picnicing with the neighborhood kids, some out-of-control sinners who, if not quickly talked out of our evil ways, would soon to be smoking crack and fornicating madly (but not without protection) with all genders and ages up and down the block. Or maybe this guy was a rogue sky pilot who was so overcome with the holy spirit (or something) that he mistook a quiet neighborhood picnic for a festival of sin.
In any case, as he circled madly four or five times around us he refused to stop and talk, or even to slow down for the sake of the neighborhood kids, which made me wonder why he thought a message of possible salvation delivered in that way might be effective. Would Jesus brake for children?
