On the hottest day of the year a few years ago, the Mormons were out door knocking in their little suits. They were clearly not having a good time so we invited them in for a cold drink just to offer them some respite from the afternoon sun.

They got me to read a passage about Joseph Smith going into a cave and feeling euphoric and were like "well how do does that make you feel" and I'm like "what? I know people who've had more convincing experiences than that who still aren't religious because they knew they were on drugs"

They came back again a few times until it was clear we're absolutely not becoming Mormons.

I sometimes wonder if it occurs to them that we were probably better christians than most actual Christians they've met, even without the blackmail.