I know all I want to know about Jesus already so please don’t knock on my door or stuff papers into my door meant to tell me about him. I’m thrilled for you that you find this wonderful and exciting. Respect my right to not get all giddy about it and to NOT want to stand in my doorway with three hysterical barking dogs while you ignore my attempt at being polite and continue on about trying to save my soul. I don’t need you to save it. I’m doing just fine by myself.