I really wish I captured this on film, but I just had a weird exchange. I was offered a "Granola Bar for Jesus" (although the wrapper clearly said Quaker Oats). Free of charge. And, in the vein of the childhood lesson 'Never take candy from strangers", I declined. Said obvious cult worker, "You can't take a granola for Jesus even though he took on sin for you? May God have mercy on your hell bound soul". Wow.
Because I simply did not desire a bar made of grains, oats, granola, and possibly tasty high fructose corn syrup (as if such a manufactured ingredient would ever be 'divine'), my soul is now devoid of any light and damned to Hell. Regardless of the fact that said cultist didn't even know what religion I practice, if any. What a lesson I've learned as I hurriedly scurry along to work, late after a bout of annoying, grueling insomnia.
Hope you enjoyed this tidbit. I now go to work... Have a good one.
