I was working from home the other day. It was mid afternoon and the doorbell rang. It was too early for Daniel. I thought it might be the mailman or a UPS delivery. I went downstairs and looked through the peep hole in the front door, but the Indian corn from Halloween was blocking my view. I opened the door and found myself face-to-face with a guy about my age in a business suit.
He was pushing his own brand of belief, of course. I accepted the tract he was offering with a polite smile, but didn’t let him in the door. I was on company time, after all. He seemed okay with that. My feeling was he’d been knocking on a lot of doors that day and I didn’t get the impression too many people had been as receptive as I was. Sure enough, I got a hand printed card in the mail a few days later, thanking me for my time.
Surprisingly, this gentleman was a financial advisor rather than a member of a church. However, there were an awful lot of parallels. Reading through the materials, I could tell he had a permanent and abiding belief in the strength of our national economy. The tract is a checklist for economic survival in the dark days ahead. It exhorts me to review my tolerance for risk. I should be courageous, but smart as well. I should not fear The Bear, but embrace him as my brother (okay, those are my words, not his, but you get the point). Above all, I should be patient and have faith; good things happen for those who wait. It’s literally the “golden rule” for the modern age.
Like his fellow travelers on the residential street circuit, I gave his ideas some thought and considered them with an open mind. However, I have to say I’m going to pass on his offers of investment advice. I find it difficult to trust someone with my life savings when they have to ask for it door to door. He shouldn’t feel bad though; I’ve never trusted my immortal soul with people who peddle religion like Fuller Brushes either. Call me a traditionalist, but to manage my money, I take it to a bank. As for my faith, I keep the capital investment deep inside myself but go to church to reap the dividends.