I don’t know if I’ll make this a regular installment, but tonight I got thinking about pen-pals.
When I was about 12 I had a pen-pal called Misty (No joke and wow this is all coming back to me). I was in the Solomons, she was in Byron Bay. We wrote quite a few times – I’m not sure even where the pen-pal’ishness originated, some magazine thing I think.
One day I got all psyched up with Jesus and decided to be all evangelistic and share with her the true meaning of Christmas.
The story – which I swear is true – ended one of two ways (This I blame on my sketchy memory).
a) She wrote and said she wasn’t really interested
b) She never wrote back
Either in my 12-year old eyes was a disappointing outcome. I think I decided not to tell anyone – since I was embarassed in the first place at even writing it.
Ah well. I guess 12 year old’s need moments to make mistakes and to grow up a little.
Evangelism is a stigmafied poo. I’m sad to say that I’ve contributed.