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A car full of Conservative Baptists was kind enough to give me a lift to the nearest gas station when I ran out of gas after a hiking trip in New Hampshire. As the station wagon was slowly moving through traffic, I heard a voice call up to me from the back,
"We got one question for you..........do you know where you're gonna spend the rest of eternity?"
Before I could reach for the handle and jump out into oncoming traffic, they explained that they were Conservative Baptists. This was not to be confused with regular or liberal Baptists, as the Conservative in the name meant that they "had rules". They proceeded to try to convert/educate/save me.
They were kind enough to drop me off at my car with lots of free literature and a can of gasoline. In the end, my gut tells me that they were relatively nice, well-meaning folks with a bit more enthusiasm about their faith than I cared to share. They seemed like good folks, but my personal faith/spirituality and organized religion have never been a great match.
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