We’ve had a few unusual encounters while door-knocking lately.  A young man answered the door as we were out canvassing. 

 Bill (names changed) smiled politely as he looked at Art’s cowboy card and listened to Art’s introduction.  Quite suddenly, he jerked his head up and with a huge grin on his face asked, “Are you a Christian?”  We were both a trifle surprised, not by the question so much as the exuberance with which he posed it.  And he wasn’t finished, “What’s your favorite Bible verse?  Man, it’s all about being Christ-centered, you know.  As long as you’re Christian, that’s enough for me!”  He happily shook our hands and we went on to the next door stoop.

We also visited at the home of Treena.  As we walked up the sidewalk to her home, the dogs inside warned Treena of our impending visit.  And my goodness, as loud as they were, I’m sure the dogs warned her neighbors as well.  Treena left the cacophony behind as she stepped out on the front lawn to visit.  She smiled broadly as she explained she’d been ironing and the five dogs are her doorbell.  Art got her vote as Treena was quite impressed to meet a candidate and be able to discuss issues in person. 

At another home we met George.  George was in his garage/workshop crafting a “wild cat” catcher.  Evidently, he’s had some difficulties with cats scratching and pooping on his car.  So he’s built an elaborate trap.  “Tuna or sardines,” Art wanted to know.   George kept right on working as he spoke about the issues important to him.  As we bade farewell and started out the garage towards the house next door, George hollered out, “Don’t tell them about the trap; it’s my neighbors’ cats!”   The moral of this story is, if you live in George’s neighborhood, better keep your cats inside!