“ When I was young, ” admits a Christian brother, “I would quickly walk up to the door, pretend to ring the doorbell, and quietly walk away, hoping no one would hear or see me.... The thought of going from door to door made me physically ill. ”
Kāds kristietis atceras: ” Kad biju pusaudzis, es mēdzu darīt tā: es žigli piegāju pie durvīm, izlikos, it kā piezvanītu pie tām, un tad klusītiņām lavījos projām, cerēdams, ka neviens mani nav ne redzējis, ne dzirdējis... doma par sludināšanu no durvīm pie durvīm mani padarīja gluži vai slimu. ”