The Buffers Between Us

The Buffers Between Us

I was in prison and you thought how nice it was that your pastor held a weekly Bible study in the local jail…

I was naked and tattered and you remembered you needed to drop some old clothes off at Goodwill and get a tax receipt…

I was sick and you were grateful for public health clinics…

I was destitute and you wondered if there was a homeless shelter nearby…

I was a stranger far from home and your church gave me a frozen turkey for Thanksgiving…

I needed a friend and you suggested I attend the new members class at your church…

I was abused, exploited and preyed upon and you told someone I needed to “just get over it”…

… You claim to be so very close to God but I am still very hungry and cold and lonely and hurting.

For I was hungry and you gave me something to eat, I was thirsty and you gave me something to drink, I was a stranger and you invited me in, I needed clothes and you clothed me, I was sick and you looked after me, I was in prison and you came to visit me.” Matt 25:35-36

4 responses

  1. I was headed into the abortion clinic, wishing that someone would stop me, certain I had to end the life of my baby in order to make my life work, and you were glad you’d signed a petition last year about being pro life.

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  2. Pingback: Shining in Dark Places « Crossroad Junction

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