Tuesday, August 15, 2006
Christ on Sunday
Christ is walking through a large metropolitan city on a Sunday morning. Passing a palatial and ornate church, he hears the sound of weeping and turns aside to see who is crying. In a corner beside the steps he finds a homeless man, his clothes worn, his hair wild, his skin covered with dirt in some spots.
"Why are you crying, my son?" our Lord asks.
"Because they will not let me come in," the homeless man replies.
"Oh, I wouldn't take it so hard," the Master says, "They don't let me in very often either."
"Why are you crying, my son?" our Lord asks.
"Because they will not let me come in," the homeless man replies.
"Oh, I wouldn't take it so hard," the Master says, "They don't let me in very often either."
