Last week there was a guy with a sign at the corner
NO HOPE IN THE POPE. SEND THE ANTI-CHRIST BACK TO ROME.
I slammed on brakes, whipped into a filling station, and plotted a course of action. I got gas as a I thought about it. Should I say something or let it go. I thought and I thought. Finally I saw people honking in support as he waved! He tried to hand some guy some literature. I decided I had to do something but I was not going to walk up to him in confrontation. (Who knew what might have happened.)
When the light changed I pulled up right next to him and gave a him an earful. I honked, he waved, I gave him the thumbs down, he gave me the the thumbs up, that was all I needed. I hollared, “God bless the Pope,” “God Bless Holy Mother Church.” I called him a “Fundamentalist Anti-Catholic Bigot,” all this stuff, he stiffened up. I told him I wasn’t mad at him I just wanted to know. I said we believe in the Trinity and the Bible, “heck, we wrote the Bible.” I said, if it wasn’t for the Catholic church he wouldn’t be standing there as a Christian. My reasoning being that the Church quelled the Heretics in the early centuries. I was on a roll but the light changed. I pulled off, we looked at each other, he had this sour expression. I blessed him with the sign of the cross.
I was hot. My heart was beating out of my chest. There was so much more I wanted to say. At least he got something. It would have been a shame if he went back to his church all proud about his stance and no opposition. It probably amounted to nothing.
What else could I’ve done, or did I do enough?