...went the front doorbell this morning and five little barefoot boys went running out the breezeway door to see who was at the front.
"Boys, boys," I called after them standing in the side door, myself unshod and my hair dripping wet. "Come back, you don't have shoes on."
... came back and huddled at my legs wriggling like a ball of hamsters, each eager to be the boy closest to the open door.
Five came around the bend hollering, "It's people we don't know!"
The people we dont know followed behind. They were a kind looking older couple with pamphlets. There was no hiding now.
"We'd just like to give you this information about inequality," the gentleman began, "Some people have so much and some have so little. Do you think this will ever change?" He held out a pamphlet.
"Do you represent a political group or a religious group?" I asked, not taking it.
"Religious," they both smiled.
"Thank you," I said controlling the crowd at my feet, "I wish you well, but we are happy Catholics here, very happy with our faith and we won't be changing to anything else."
They smiled and went on their way. As I shut the door, the boys dispersed. I fell back on the door with a sigh of relief, pleased to have seen our guests off so easily.
"Happy Catholics," I repeated and I heard my husband chuckle.
But it's true. We're not always happy, but we're always happy to be Catholic. Thanks, Julie!