Standing on the street corner, Bible in hand and kitted up with a head mike like an ageing rock goddess at an O2 concert they sprout from the most unlikely places in our high streets to thump their books and berate us on what sinful lives we lead. We can be saved, (or so they say) from the clutches of Satan and that eternal damnation that is hell.
Never in a million years would I consider that I could humble myself to Christianity in the way that these evangelists do. I have no strong conviction about anything other than the state of this country and the lack of expert governance by those elected to improve our lives, and even then I only vent my spleen against the television when I have to listen to the lies that spew from their mouths.
Today, all that changed, accidentally, out of the blue, I suddenly became an ‘Evangelist’ not by choice, not by design, not for any other reason than a lady filling shelves in the supermarket asking me a question. At first I was unsure how to answer the lady, although I knew the answer, and would be able to give her chapter and verse. But as she knelt before me I just felt that this lady needed the information that was going to gush from my mouth.
She knelt in the aisle looking tired, her skin appeared dry and it was evident that she had some sort of skin condition, her hair was dehydrated, brittle and in need of a good brushing. It was obvious that she had been filling shelves since either very early in the morning or all through the night and tiredness was etched into the drawn lines of her face. With heavy eye lids, and dry eyes her gaze followed me as I attempted to unburden myself of the natural zero fat, live Bio culture, organic yogurt that was destined for my fridge and the recipes that were on the menu for next week.
“What do you do with all that yogurt”? That was the question, for which I could have come up with numerous witty answers or even some profound dismissive remark just to end the interruption to my shopping mission before the hordes descended upon the supermarket with their offspring loaded into super sized double seater trolleys stuffing endless amounts of salted, sweetened carbohydrate wafers of artificial food into cavernous mouths that would otherwise be screaming were it not for the crispy crunchy things that they were chomping on.
I felt a need to help this woman on her knees and thus the evangelist within me awoke, you see, I am an advocate of juicing, you name it and I will probably juice it, I drink beetroot, celery, Kale and fennel, as well as apples, oranges, carrots and pears, I add ginger or parsley, basil any other herb or spice that will enhance my juicing experience. There I was in the yogurt aisle telling this lady how wonderful juicing raw fruit and vegetables were, “I have been cured ” I exclaimed! Years of suffering with psoriasis, endless toxins pumped into my body to ease the debilitating condition, steroids that pushed my weight into the realms of the obese, other drugs that bore names from the nuclear industry but there is no cure. The evangelist on the corner screams out ” I have seen the light” well surprise surprise so have I.
My juicing journey started with Joe Cross of the film/documentary ‘Fat Sick and Nearly Dead’, when he decided to live on juice to cleanse his body. I was now Joe, I was repeating his words, chanting his anthem I was a disciple an apostle of the juice revolution and in the yogurt aisle I had found my soapbox. Unscripted I assailed her with the benefits of ginger as an antihistamine, the benefits of pectin in apples and pears, all these things gushing from lips stored up to be released to those willing to listen. I was in full flow quoting recipes for health and vitality, gut cleansing and detoxification; yes, the evangelist in me had awoken.
It was then that I became aware of several people gathered around, listening with keen intent, suddenly the yogurt aisle was blocked, I had my own show, all I needed now was a table a juicer and a pile of fruit and veg and a full blown demonstration would have ensued. The shock of having an audience caused me to pause and that was the moment they attacked, the verbal onslaught of questions of ailments and conditions and what juice would I recommend for gout, heartburn, indigestion, high blood pressure and the list went on. I stood in the yogurt aisle scribbling recipes onto the pages of my note pad handing them out like confetti at a wedding. Yes I had arrived an evangelist to the world of juicing. It’s funny what happens when you go shopping early in the morning.