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Let me preface this rant with the fact that I *am* a Christian (my denomination wavers) and that I don't believe most Christians on the conservative side act like this. But when someone makes us look bad, then I want to rant.

I was on our area's public transit, our light rail train. I was coming home from work. So far, so good. It was a Friday afternoon. Most people were tired. I was, especially, because we'd just had a very busy day on Thursday, and so I was looking forward to getting home, closing the door, and just playing with my computer for the rest of the evening.

That is... until these two idiots board my car, started proclaiming loudly about Father, Son, and Holy Spirit, and then started a hard-to-miss recitation of scripture nearby. One read, one repeated. Not being able to stand it any longer a train stop or two later (I'd fortunately had this guy who had been thrown out of his girlfriend's house right across from me, and he drowned them out until he got off), I got off and waited for the next train. I could have gotten on a car further back, but I wanted to not chance having them read on the next car.

Now, I understand that God made a call to make disciples of all nations. But I feel embarrassed by my Christian bretheren who think that making a production on a train or a bus will help gather souls to God. My preference is that of living a Christian life by example and letting people know my beliefs when they ask. That way, I can practice my religion and they can practice theirs.

Do these people *understand* how blasted stupid they were? I bet not. If you want to save souls, folks, don't embarass your God-loving neighbors while at it. Thanks.

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