I appreciate your persistence. Actually, ‘appreciate’ implies that it’s worth something to me. Admire? No. Acknowledge. That’s it. I acknowledge your direct-mail dedication to getting me to your Gospel Explosions and whatnot. And I can see that the Muse was with the graphic designer of this latest postcard who cleverly exchanged the zero in ‘2011 Big Event’ for a disco ball.
But I have no interest in coming to your church. And when I say no interest, I mean like, the opposite of interest. I would rather do burpees for an hour than sit through a Sunday morning in your mega-sanctuary. Moreover, I don’t wish to donate toward your $6 million project to build a bowling alley, movie theatre, business center, gymnasium, and workout center. Even if I held your same religious beliefs, I’m not sure I could reconcile how the bowling alley would “win souls to Christ”.
In fact, in the event that I give my life over to Jesus, I can’t imagine that it would be in a church that has a Director of Marketing.
Save yourself the stamp.
Thanks,
Amy