Story.

Storytime.

In May, a few friends went to the Indianapolis 500.

We actually went to sell a book for family of a friend.

Let me set the scene for you friends.

It was the hottest Indy 500 in history.

{No, really, check the books.}

A girlfriend & I wore shorts.

+ we bought these cool {maybe inappropriate} tank tops

They said "The Perfect Rack".

They are promo shirts for a beer pong rack.

We thought it was funny.
It was Indy 500.
Why not?

See. Tank tops and books.

Harmless.

So we're just minding our own business.

Ok that is a lie.

We were actually jumping around and screaming at the crowds passing by.

Trying to sell a book to drunks.

In 100 degree weather.

All of a sudden..

These people from across the street start yelling at us:

"Go home you loud mouth women!"
"Women belong in the kitchen."

"You are whores, you're showing your legs!"

Meet our friends with their friendly signs.

I, trying to be the peaceful person I am, go out in the middle of the madness & throw up a peace sign. {And of course use it as photo op.}

This is when things got a little ugly.
A man came and looked me in the eye.
And called me a whore to my face.
After that, I was not so peaceful.
Neither was my husband.
Nor the other people that were on this trip with me.
It became an all out war over the bible.

I am out here putting up a peace sign & you're going to call me a whore?
All I could think is "who do you think you are?"
They called Drew and I bad parents because we were at the Indy 500.
{But their kids are out here in jeans and button ups on the HOTTEST day of the summer. Holding up signs. That say people are going to hell. But Drew and I are the bad ones.}
They called Drew and I fornicators.
{We're married. The bible tells us to have sex & have it often.}
They told me I belonged in the kitchen. I should make him a sandwich.
{I just told him I would choke him with a sandwich. Mature I know.}
A woman told me I was direspecting my husband my clothes.
{My husband happened to find those shorts pretty fly and he bought my tank top.}
It went on.. and on.. and on..

So what was our defense.
Speak the TRUTH.
Tell them who Jesus TRULY is.
That HE is LOVE.
Not HATE.
{And we met some awesome people doing so that came to our backs.}

My husband made me proud this day.
Drew knows his stuff.
He spoke the truth and gave scripture.
& He was handsome doing it. ;)

After the arguing and screaming beliefs,
we gave up and walked back to our table to do the job we came to do.
I couldn't help but sit and cry.
My heart was hurting for those people.
My heart was hurting for the people that they made turn AWAY from Jesus.
I know Jesus. I know those people are ignorant.
But what about the people that don't? & may believe those fools?
I do not like hate. I do not like pure discrimination.
Cheesy as it may sound; I really do wish everyone could get along.

Either way.
We all did end up having a fun day at the races.
Although we were not successful at book selling.
Sales are not my thing.
So that's my story.