These things are a dime a dozen, and I normally don’t pay much attention for a host of what I hope are obvious reasons. But for kicks and giggles while the office’s machinery was firing up I took the test. The curious thing is that when I got to the question, “Do you know what God did so that you wouldn’t have to spend eternity in Hell?” I answered “Yes.” But I was told anyway, the same as if I had answered “No.”
This isn’t to taunt those who seem to be well intentioned. But insofar as this is the cyber version of the cold caller at my front door, or the sweet gal from the Somewheresville Bible Church float who handed me a similar tract at this year’s Fourth of July parade, it is to wonder if anybody’s really listening when they are going about these things. Whatever else making me an object of conquest to notch up on one’s spirtitual bedpost entails, did the sweet gal realize she may be trafficking in sheep poaching?