Just up the road from me is funny little concrete structure (probably built in the 50s or 60s) with a big sign outside proclaiming it to be an 'Evangelical Church'. Every Saturday apparently normal people turn up to tend the gardens around the concrete structure and on Sundays the local roads are clogged with their cars as the same people turn up with their families to (presumably) praise Jesus.
Occasionally leaflets are shoved through my letter box telling me how Jesus can save me from ... something ... but they definitely have that scary, ranting fundamentalist tone about them (such leaflets go straight into the recycling bin, of course).
I confess that, although these people, whoever they are, have a right to worship whoever or whatever they like, they fill me with unease. I can't help imbuing them with that 'enemy within' aura that communists had in 1950s America - but we all know where that leads, so, I suppose, I'll just have to put up with feeling uneasy ... until they start burning heretics on the local Green, of course ...