Thursday, November 03, 2005

Matthew 25

People were hungry;
  we had a potluck.
People were dying without hearing the gospel;
  we had a pilgrimage.
People were crying;
  we got in touch with our feelings.
People were without homes;
  we had a panel discussion on homelessness.
Pregnant women were scared and alone;
  we referred them to Planned Parenthood.
Bald, skinny children lay staring at IV needles;
  we went to a class on healing prayer.
Families were surviving in squalor;
  we give ourselves a Mission Experience.
We said to the Immortal One, “Here we are, Lord.”
He promised to discuss our salvation.

(Wrote this about a year ago.  No reflection on any church currently attended.)