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
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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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I shared this on my facebook. Thanks for posting it. The reality of it is painfully true……
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Simple and profound – may God wake us up to this reality of shining in the darkness!
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