I was just reading Crommunist’s post, The terrible burden of religious persecution, and it brought a smile to my face. The post references the comment that Jamaican preachers have made that not being allowed to evangelize on public transit in that country infringes on their freedom of speech and religion. And I’ll get to my thoughts on the topic shortly, but first, the story it reminded me of…
I take public transit. I’ve never even taken the test for my learner’s permit. In all that time, I’ve seen plenty of people reading their Bibles, but only on a very small number of occasions have I had someone cross the line between reading and jubilantly expressing their faith. The most recent experience was a few years ago, a woman on the C Train who suddenly started telling us that Jesus saves, and that we needed to pray because we were all filthy, disgusting sinners. What makes me fondly remember the story was that something important came of it. I bit my tongue. And afterwards, I vowed never to do that again.








