they had to resort to standing on a corner with a sign or trying to hand out pamphlets
Heh. Funny anecdote: Years ago, I was sitting in a small coffee shop down near the end of Enghavevej in central Copenhagen. There was this guy standing on the sidewalk. A good 220-250 kg, massive gut. Worn jeans, big buckled leather belt, sneakers, st(r)ained t-shirt and a meshback cap. And yes, you guessed it: Born again American Christian holding a sign, handing out pamphlets.
Or, rather, he wasn’t. It’d be more accurate to say he was holding them. People just looked at him funny and literally walked away, shaking their heads.
Religion is kind of a private thing up here. I’ve only ever seen people holding signs at actual demonstrations and pamphlets are usually put down somewhere, so people can pick them up at their leisure. He seemed mighty confused that the culture was different than what he was used to. I doubt he did his cause any favors that day.
Religion is kind of a private thing up here. I’ve only ever seen people holding signs at actual demonstrations and pamphlets are usually put down somewhere, so people can pick them up at their leisure. He seemed mighty confused that the culture was different than what he was used to.
I’ve never lived in the Deep South, but I’ve heard that when people move into the area, they are typically asked about which church they go to. It’s bad enough that they are assumed to be xtian and not just kind of nominal xtians, but active ones. It is (apparently) assumed in some areas that you just go to church. And it’s also assumed that it’s just okay to ask people you only just met such questions.
That is wild to me. I grew up in a fairly rural and red area of Pennsylvania, and it was mostly assumed that people were Protestant xtians where I was. But people rarely seemed to start up with that kind of thing the minute they met you…I wonder what part of the U.S. this guy was from…
Heh. Funny anecdote: Years ago, I was sitting in a small coffee shop down near the end of Enghavevej in central Copenhagen. There was this guy standing on the sidewalk. A good 220-250 kg, massive gut. Worn jeans, big buckled leather belt, sneakers, st(r)ained t-shirt and a meshback cap. And yes, you guessed it: Born again American Christian holding a sign, handing out pamphlets.
Or, rather, he wasn’t. It’d be more accurate to say he was holding them. People just looked at him funny and literally walked away, shaking their heads.
Religion is kind of a private thing up here. I’ve only ever seen people holding signs at actual demonstrations and pamphlets are usually put down somewhere, so people can pick them up at their leisure. He seemed mighty confused that the culture was different than what he was used to. I doubt he did his cause any favors that day.
I’ve never lived in the Deep South, but I’ve heard that when people move into the area, they are typically asked about which church they go to. It’s bad enough that they are assumed to be xtian and not just kind of nominal xtians, but active ones. It is (apparently) assumed in some areas that you just go to church. And it’s also assumed that it’s just okay to ask people you only just met such questions.
That is wild to me. I grew up in a fairly rural and red area of Pennsylvania, and it was mostly assumed that people were Protestant xtians where I was. But people rarely seemed to start up with that kind of thing the minute they met you…I wonder what part of the U.S. this guy was from…
“It’s kind of you to inquire. We attend the Church of Satan. There’s this sound proofed basemen- Hey wait! Where are you going?”