A good friend of mine who won't go to church with me quietly snuck off to another church on Sunday with her daughters. She's not that comfortable in the church setting but thought it would be good to go on Easter. What she told me today broke my heart and angered me. She went in the church and sat down and shortly after getting there overheard several ladies sitting behind them making comments about how they "couldn't believe a mother would bring a child to church with flip flops on". Really? Because I'm pretty sure Jesus didn't have on $150 penny loafers on when He went. Her daughter heard them and as her eyes welled up with tears they got up and left and now is not interested in going back to a church.
I could tell you more stories like this but instead I will leave you with these poems I actually wrote as a teenager and I want you to think about which one represents your church, or you, if someone were to come in your home or work or classroom. Would they find Jesus in you?