Manic street preachers
To day a group of us had to go to downtown Pretoria to check some things about church land in the municipal and government offices. I went with Fr Athanasius Akunda, Fr Elias Palmos and Reader Angelos Mokau. We were wearing cassocks, as we usually do when on church business.
This attracted some attention, and a few people were sufficiently curious to ask who we were and what church we belonged to. A couple approached Fr Athanasius in the municipal property office, and a couple more approached us as we were walking down the street. They were all young guys, apparently in their twenties, wearing baseball caps and shades.
A couple of them asked if we were Christians, and then what church we belonged to. And then they said, but aren’t Christians supposed to be joyful, shouldn’t you we wearing bright colours? Fr Athanasius explaned that the black showed that Christians were supposed to be dead to the world. If they wanted to see the bright colours, we explained, then they should come to one of the services, and then they would see the bright colours, because then we were in heaven. But ther all remarked that they thought it was cool the way we were dressed.
They asked if we had any tracts or anything like that. We didn’t. We just had title deeds and zoning certificates and things like that. But we thought that perhaps we ought to do the street preacher thing, wander round town with a few tracts. No hard sell, not approaching people, just waiting for them to approach us, like these guys did.
And then, of course, we get greeted by Muslims with “Salaam alikum.”
We just need to equip ourselves with a few tracts.