They Wont Let Me In
It was a beautiful Sunday morning. People were filling the church to
its full capacity! As they entered, each were given a bulletin
filled with announcements, topic of today's sermon, what songs they
would sing and who to pray for.
At the end of the line stood an older
man. His clothes were filthy and you could tell that he had not
bathed in days. His face was covered with whiskers, for he had not
shaved for a very long time. When he reached the usher, he removed his tattered
old brown hat in respect. His hair was long, dirty, and a tangled mess.
He had no shoes on his feet, and wore only soiled black socks to
cover the sores upon his feet. The Usher looked at him turning up his
nose at the old man and said, "Uh, I'm sorry sir, but I'm afraid we
can't let you in. You will distract the congregation and we don't
allow anyone to disrupt our service. I'm afraid you'll have to
leave."
The old man looked down at himself and with a puzzled look on his
face, he placed his old brown hat back upon his head and turned to
leave. He was sad as he loved to hear the choir sing praises to the
Lord. He loved to watch the little children get up in front of the
church to sing their little songs. He carried in his pocket a small
worn out Bible and loved to see if the minister preached a passage
from the Bible that he had underlined. But he was respectful,
and didn't want to cause any commotion, so he hung down his
head and walked back down the steps of the big brick church.
He sat down on the brick wall near the edge of the church yard and
strained to listen through closed doors and windows to the singing
going on in the church. Oh how he wished he could be inside with all the others.
A few minutes had passed by when all of a sudden a younger man came up
behind him and sat down near him. He asked the old man what he was doing? He
answered, "I was going to go to church today, but they thought I was to
filthy, my clothes to old and worn, and they were afraid I would disrupt
their service.
Sorry, I didn't introduce myself. My name is George."
The two men shook hands, and George couldn't help but notice that this man
had long hair like his. He wore a piece of cloth draped over his body tied
with a royal purple sash. He had sandals on his feet, now covered with dust
and dirt.
The stranger touched George's shoulder, and said:
"George, don't feel bad because they won't let you in. My name is
Jesus, and I've been trying to get into this same church for years --
they won't let me in either."
Addendum -- Hebrews 13:2 (GNB) "Remember to welcome strangers in your homes.
There were some who did that and welcomed angels without knowing it."
[ Author Unknown -- from Denial -- Ed:Anon. ]
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