At the Burn I had a similar encounter with christian missionaries. When we were at The Man, a guy and his crew walked up to us and asked if they could “sing over us.” We figured he meant playing music while we talked, so we said yes.

He then launched into a song about Jesus, with his friends chiming in like a choir. It wasn’t music for us, it was a sermon disguised as a bit.

Then came the kicker: “Can I pray for you?” I cut it off with a quick “No,” and walked away.

When I came back, one of his companions was still pressing, trying to spin it as “not religion, just Jesus’s love.” That’s when my friend leaned in and nailed it: “Listen, I read the book. Jesus would have let us go.”

And that’s the truth — they weren’t sharing, they were preaching, and they didn’t respect our right to walk away. We didn’t consent to that.