I went to yeshiva in the Midwest (no, not Cleveland, but close enough) and one two such fellas knocked on the dorm house and we let them in. We even made them tea. Then three of us sat down with them and the fun began. There was one bochur in our yeshiva who actually knew a lot about not only their religion, but many (like real in depth stuff) -- and he really took them on a whirlwind tour.
I felt sorry for those two when they finally left about an hour later. The look on their faces was like when a child finds out that Santa Claus isn't real after all...
The BEST part? When they got up to leave, the bochur said, "hey, you forgot your Bible..." and one replied, "that's ok, I don't think I'll be needing it..."
Tuesday, February 13, 2007
A great missionary-busting story (actually, two)
Must Gum Addict has a great comment at Jack And The Missionary. I can only link you to the comments section he posted to, but not the actual comment (at 2/09/2007 08:40:00 AM). And I can't even link you to his blog, because he doesn't have one (a wandering J-blogger?).