A couple of times a month on my way home I encounter this guy with a lost, defeated look who wordlessly hands out these small religious pamphlets. I always take them, open them, try to look interested. I never just throw them away; this means something to someone.
But the thing is, the quotes they contain are taken from some translation of the Bible into contemporary English. What's wrong with the good old King James Version? If you're going to be bothered, the tracts should at least have a little fire-and-brimstone resounding thunder about them. They shouldn't sound like God sitting on your couch trying to sell you a vacuum cleaner.
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