One morning last week it was so cold on the way to work that I took the unusual step of walking in the underground passageway that connects the west side subways to the ones on the east side at 42nd Street, instead of my usual approach of walking one block east on 41st Street to the pick up the 7 train.
And just at the stairs down to the 7 platform, there they were again — the table full of literature, the fire-and-brimstone placards — a handful of black holy rollers of the old school, working the subway for Jesus.
Usually they’re pretty laid back, but evidently this morning some passerby had riled up my man, and he was hurling angry firebolts at this unidentifiable person as he or she continued down the tiled corridor.
“You devil! You must repent! Repent, you devil! Repent!!!”
This person is very passionate about his beliefs. But of course, he can’t possibly think that he can persuade a person this way, can he?
I wonder. Does this lack of sensitivity about how to talk to people mean this evangelist is for sure nuts?