I knew they had been at my house because of their pamphlet they left behind. Jehovah: Who is He? it asks. I figured I'd read it, just to amuse myself. It was not very amusing at all. Quoting Michael Behe, it touts the Bible as a source to describe who designed the building blocks of life. It claims that Jehovah is a living, being with appealing qualities like loving-kindness and mercy, and that it is nice to be in the presence of such a being. Then it goes on to describe how those who know Him will enter Paradise, and asks if I am willing to learn more about Him and what is required of me to enter Paradise.
I am sad to have missed them in a way. I was slogging through snow on a mountain, playing on the home Jehovah allegedly created just for us. I was out living, minding my own business, and experiencing nature on its terms. I usually politely send them on their way and refuse to take their literature. Today, if I had not been resetting myself by hiking and being in the woods, I just might have been hormonally unstable enough to be very unpleasant. I am not an uninformed person. If they wanted to get into a discussion about design, creation, and evolution, I could have held my own. They can't impress me with their arguments because I know better. For this, I am very grateful.
I wanted to go off on how rude their behavior seems to me, but I am not going to let go of this feeling of peace I have right now. It could make me very angry indeed to think about how they came unbidden onto my porch, trying to find other sheep for the flock. I am going to mentally wish those individuals well and get on with my evening. Living well really is the best revenge.