I saw him in the church building for the first time last Wednesday.
He was in his mid 70's with silver hair and a neat brown suit.
Many times in the past I had invited him to come. Several friends had talked to him about the
Lord and had tried to share the Good News with him.
He was a well-respected,
honest man with so many characteristics a Christian should have, but he had
never put on Christ.
I had asked him a few years ago, "Have you ever been to a church service
in your life?" We had just finished a pleasant day of visiting and talking.
He hesitated, then with a bitter smile he told me of a childhood experience
some sixty years ago. He was one of many children in a large impoverished
family. His parents had struggled to provide food, with little left for housing
and clothing. When he was about ten, some neighbors invited him to worship
The Bible class had been very exciting. He had never heard
such songs and stories before. He had never heard anyone read from the Bible before. After class was over, the teacher took him aside and said,
"Son, please don't come again dressed as you are now.
We want to look our best when we come worship the Lord." He stood in his ragged, unpatched overalls, looked at his bare, dirty feet and said, "No ma'am, I won't ever!" And he never did.
There must have been other factors to have hardened him so, but this experience formed a significant part of the bitterness in his heart.
I'm sure the Bible teacher meant well, but what if she had studied and accepted the teachings found in the second chapter of James? What if she had put her arms around that dirty, ragged little boy and
said, "Son, I'm so glad you are here, and I hope you will come every chance you get to hear more about Jesus!"
I pray that I might ever be open to the tenderness of a child's heart,
and that I might never fail to see beyond the appearance and behavior of a
child to the eternal possibilities within.
Yes, I saw him in the church house for the first time last Wednesday. As I looked at that immaculately dressed old gentleman lying in his casket, I thought of the little boy of long ago. I could almost hear him saying,
"No ma'am, I won't ever!" . . . . and I wept.
The moral is simple; Never Judge or that person's
blood might be on your Hands!
God Bless you all! Many have been in this man's shoes and know how it feels!
Be careful you don't hurt one of God's Children!
Peace In The Valley
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