So that’s what I did…
I dressed up in my finest attire, hit the pavement in the dead of summer, and started the door knocking. I did this for days on end, until a life-altering event occurred.
One day, three doors in, someone called the authorities and there I was… Getting kicked off the premises.
The irony of it all? I actually lived in the community that I was getting kicked out of.
So after being escorted off the property, I walked across the street, let myself back in to the community, and walked to my home.
I felt gross, I felt weird, I felt bad, and honestly, I just felt wrong.
And if I’m being completely honest, I wouldn’t want anyone knocking on my door or calling my phone without permission, so how could I do something that I wouldn’t want done unto me?
I live and die by Jesus’ Golden Rule and knew that I needed to find a more respectful way to get in front of the community that I respected.