I told him we needed a peephole in our front door. He'd just gotten out of bed when the doorbell rang and without thinking, he answered it. There stood the wife of the congregation secretary, who is a regular pioneer, and some other woman he didn't know. They started off with some lame excuse about condolences regarding my dad's death, and Chris pointed out that Dad died back in February so they were a little late. Still smiling, she skipped over that part to "and we just wanted to let you know that the Memorial is next week." [PAUSE] Chris said, "yes, we know." [PAUSE] "And it's going to be at 7:30." Chris: "Uh-huh." [LONG PAUSE] Chris said they just stood there like they wanted an invitation to come in. Finally he told them that he had to be going because he had an appointment, so they left.
Now, that woman (1) knows I work days, and (2) knows I moved my card to a different congregation last year. Talk about a cheap way to count time! Another person from that congregation came by shortly after Dad's death, again with a second woman in tow AND a car group waiting at the curb. They stayed for about five minutes, made polite small talk, and then left, never to be seen again.
Robots, Stepford wives, whatever -- I'll feel sorry for them when I'm done being mad at their hypocrisy and lack of love.