Once there was a long-haired hippy guy in torn blue jeans and a worn-out flannel shirt who visited a church one Sunday He walked right up to the front row and took a seat. The guy had a worn out, well-used Bible in his hand, a smile on his face, and he was ready to praise Jesus Christ. The two people sitting on the seat beside him very quietly moved down the pew, far away from this guy. He was affected by the actions of those "religious people" and he began to talk to God: "Father, I love you, and I'm here to praise you. I don't have much else to wear, and I can't afford a hair cut, but I'm here in this town to visit my dying mother. I needed to feel your presence this morning, Lord. I hope you don't mind. If you'd told me what these folks wear in their church, I would have borrowed some clothes." God answered back: "I'm sorry, Son. I didn't know what they wore either; I've never been here before." Is God invited to your church?
2006-07-30
13:45:44
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