Lucky you gave it back to him.....who knows how many people he had handed it to and how long it was wandering around the neighborhood. You might have got a good case of the runs. Or you could have just said "sure, go ahead and pray for me" and shut the door on him with the food in your hands.

Seriously, though, I am amazed at the lengths that these hard-core Christians will go to get someone to listen to them. How sad to prey on the people who are hungry enough to need that food he offered. It reminds me of the preaching that people had to put up with (and maybe still do) at soup kitchens before they could get the meal. That is pretty damned low.

Fundies sometimes start in on him with: "I know you were raised Catholic, so let me tell you why they got it wrong and..."

Surprise! He was raised in a goofy Fundie cult here in Southern California. Well, more a family con game than a cult, it seems. When the Founding Preacher died, his wife and sons took over the church.

Poor guy's elderly mother died last year. And these assholes mentioned his atheism from the pulpit at her funeral. Something like: "She had to die knowing one of her own children refused to accept the Lord." He was mad enough to choke somebody and I don't blame him.

We worked together for a long time, and often used to tell each other good-night by saying "Vaya sin dios."

Rebel One - sorry that happened. Must have been a weird encounter for you.

I have applied the greatest wisdom to this:

He thinks his god is here. He thinks he will find out where he is by doing this. Who ever gives him back 200 dinners is his god.