One day, a man went to visit a church. He arrived early, parked his car, and got out. Another car pulled up near him and the driver told him, “I always park there. You took my place!” The visitor went inside for Sunday School, found an empty seat, and sat down. A young lady from the church approached him and stated, “That’s my seat! You took my place!” The visitor was somewhat distressed by this rude welcome, but said nothing. After Sunday School, the visitor went into the church sanctuary and sat down. Another member of the congregation walked up to him and said, “That’s where I always sit. You took my place!” The visitor was even more troubled by this treatment but still said nothing. Later, as the congregation was praying for Christ to dwell among them, the visitor stood, and his appearance began to change. Horrible scars became visible on his hands and on his sandaled feet. Someone from the congregation noticed him and called out, “What happened to you?” The visitor replied, “I took your place.”
I home schooled my four children until they went to college. This article rang such a familiar bell.
We had been homeschooling for about a year when out of the blue, we got a post card announcing a pot luck picnic meet and greet. My children were so excited to have a play day with other children and I looked forward to meeting some other mothers. My husband didn’t mind meeting up with home schooling dads and getting their view and suggestions.
We arrived and there was a very large crowd of people already gathered and milling around chatting. We looked around for a place to check in or whatever. People looked at us but turned away to greet arriving friends. I put my offering for the potluck on the designated table. We wandered around. I walked up to one group of women who didn’t even try to include me much less ask my name. My husband and I took the children over to a playground and talked to each other.
Lunch was announced and people gathered in groups happily munching and making room for friends. We found a patch of ground outside the circle and picked at our lunch. The group did a lot of praying before and after the meal but didn’t notice a prevalence of real spirituality apparent in their actions.
I guess that, sometimes, you feel you are pursuing such a noble path in life, you don’t have the time to be noble or caring yourself.
Here is a great idea, an index that rates various stores and venues as to how they line up with Christian values. Since the secular liberal agenda rules the world, would they consider this intolerant because it doesn’t fall in line with their idea of tolerant?