The Back Door

This story written by Crystal Phillips, a Compassion Boston Bible Worker.

Monday, I was going door to door in an area where the townhouses are so intermingled that it’s hard to determine front doors from back doors. I wasn’t having much success when I knocked on one particular door. A woman answered the door, and when she opened it to tell me that she didn’t want to do my survey, her cat ran out the door. I knew that I had to chase the cat because it was partially my fault that it escaped. I was able to get the cat and give it back to it’s owner. She was so grateful that she invited me in and told me that she’d do my survey. I was able to get her to open up and she told me all about her upbringing and her journey coming from El Salvador to the States. She is Catholic and showed me her prayer books. We were really hitting it off. She said that she wanted to study her Bible more and signed up to study together. She asked me how I came to knock on her door and I told her that I was just going door to door knocking. She said “I ask, because you came to my back door and the only people who come to that door are my kids.” I told her that I was so glad that she opened it today. I got her address and told her that I would come to the front door next time. She told me, “That’s okay—you can come to that door again.” I was so glad that I went door to door that day.