Where Were You,

[irishcowboy]

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These questions are not to be answered outloud, but ones to ponder upon........

This evening, when you arrived at church, did you notice me?

Did you see that I was not happy?, that I was alone?

Did you notice that i was troubled? struggling with a major decission?

Or did you go off in to your little group, laughing and joking, talking about the neighbors dog, how sick it is and how terrible it is, maybe we ought to have a prayer request for it. cause the children are just heartbroaken that it might die.

Were you busy talking to the pastor or the pastors wife, trying to make some brownie points? so that you can be in charge of the fall bizzare.... or the rummage sale, or maybe even get a word in to do a "music special".......

Were you over there in the corner whispering to one of your friends how so and so should not be working in the childrens ministry.......

Where were you???

Did you notice I was looking around? hoping that some one would notice me? so i could talk and get a load of my chest?

Oh, here comes a guy in a grey suit, and one beside him in a black suit...... one reaches over grabs my hand and shakes it and goes on.... not saying a word.....oh Why couldnt he have just said hi..... Why couldnt he have just asked how i was doing?

As the service starts up in song and prayer, no one hears me mumble in no more then a whisper, Jesus, if you are real, have some one talk to me... so that I know what to do.....

As the service progresses, the pastor has every one leave their seats for a few minutes and greet others....

It is as if I am invisible........All but one little girl..... She comes up, smiles, stretches out her hand and says " Hi" my name is Kathrine, what is your name? I reply with my name... She says nice to meet you... Every one returns to their seat.

The rest of the service is numb, blank, not even coming thru to my ears........Talked about some programs that are going to be started..... Talked about money..... Talked about the picnic next week..... Even talked about how a person should live their life, but nothing about Jesus......

Where were you? When I needed you? Are you part of the welcoming committee? I filled out that visitors card... I even have the little visitors sticker on my shirt.

Oh, maybe it is my shirt, not fancy, just a clean coloured tee shirt..... My pants? well, they are clean pressed cotton slacks... Yes, I am wearing tennis shoes..... Nope, no tie .....

My hair? Oh shorter then some, longer then others.... Clean and brushed.. Clean shaven cept for sideburns to the bottom of my ears..... Just an average guy....

At the end of the service, there was an alter call, for those that are sick..... For those that know of others that are sick...then the pastor called for those that have let Jesus go for a while.... But what about me??

I dont really know who this Jesus is......

Why wont you call me...

Tell me about this Jesus.....

While the alter call was going on, the people that did not go up front left the sanctuary.... They stood out in the foyer talking and laughing and carrying on... really a noisy bunch...

As the people got done at the alter, they got up, wiped their faces, and left.... and joined the group out in the foyer...

Which one were you? where did you go???

Were you so tired that you had to go home real fast?

Were you going to be late for work?

Do you have children that you left unattended? Or does the baby sitter have to get home....

Soon, I am the only one left in the sanctuary, the pastor had already departed to shake every ones hand as they left.....

I got up, and slid out the side door.... Never to return.....

Where were you when i needed you.....

Where were you when Jesus needed you......

Where do you go sunday mornings? or sunday evenings?

Where are you when some one needs Jesus??

Remember, you are maybe the only one that a person knows that knows of Jesus..... and maybe waiting for you to just say hi.......

If some one is standing there by them selves, and no one talking to them, and they look hurt or puzzled or confussed or bewildered..... Dont just ignore them.... become Jesus for them.... Let Jesus come thru you so you can tell them about Jesus... So that maybe.... Just maybe this person will not slip out the side door..... un noticed .....Even with a visitors card filled out.... Who is going to call on him?

You do not have to be an "Official" greeter to greet some one, nor do you have to be on the "Visitation" committee to go and visit some one.....

Folks, this has happened all too many times ...... even with visitor cards filled out..... people are still not even contacted then...... the last three churches i have attended, never have called on me..... no, not even once.... thank goodness, i know who Jesus is...... Thank God I know Jesus personnally... for if I didnt, i would be that guy slipping out the side door.....

think about it....... where were you????

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May God Bless you and keep you in His loving arms, rocking you to sleep at night, guiding your steps thru the days, and guarding you from all evil and dangers along the narrow paths of life, always, forever......

Your friend and brother....

Mike

[BoldlyProclaimingChrist]

Very good post and something to think about!!!!! Thank you so much for this post

Blessings

bpc

[Guest LCPGUY]

Thanx Mike,

that was a great post and should cause many to stop and reflect on their christian walk.

Bro John