a parable
The other day I saw on Real TV where the magazine, Churchianity Today’s, religion correspondent was doing a round table discussion with several people.
I came in late, so it took me a few minutes to figure out who everyone was, as the interviewer lobbed questions around the table…
There was a guy who was obviously very successful, nice suit, great hair; a floozy with a red dress, not covering enough, lots of lipstick, smacking gum; a little kid with obvious physical and mental impairments; a Pharisee; an IRS guy; and a pretty unassuming guy in a pair of cargo shorts and a t-shirt.
My favorite question was this one: “Which ones of you go downtown to First Church on the Corner?”
The guy in the suit said, “Oh, yeah, they love me down there.”
The floozy in the red dress said, “Are you kidding? They won’t even look at me when I walk by.”
The little, impaired kid said, “No, I’m too much trouble, and I make the parents of the other kids uncomfortable.”
The Pharisee said, “I’m there every Sunday. I’m very well-behaved.”
The IRS guy said, “They don’t take too kindly to me down there. They kinda hate me because they don’t like anyone telling them what to do with their money.”
The guy in the cargo shorts just kind of sat there until the interviewer turned to him and said, “So, Jesus, how ‘bout You?”
He sort of had a mischievous grin and a twinkle in His eye.
“No, they don’t much like the way I act. They’ve seen me too many times talking with the lady in the red dress.”
(P.S. Please remember, I am writing this story just as much to MYSELF as to anyone else.)
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