Someone once told me that just going to church doesn’t make you a Christian any more than standing in your garage makes you a car. Interesting take I guess, although it stretches your imagination a bit when it comes to seeing a human being as a potential fully-loaded car-person.
Then again, it’s a fact we live in a world of labels supported by pretenders – pretend Christians, pretend Pastors, pretend Presidents and Prime Ministers, pretend Co-workers and CEOs, pretend Friends and Family.
The result? Some people are not what they want you to think they are, but that doesn’t give us the right to judge them. Just as every saint has a past, so does every sinner have a future. It’s knowing which is which and who is who that’s important. Read on and share if you agree.
BEST POEM IN THE WORLD
I was shocked, confused, bewildered
As I entered Heaven’s door,
Not by the beauty of it all,
Nor the lights or its decor.
But it was the folks in Heaven
Who made me sputter and gasp–
The thieves, the liars, the sinners,
The alcoholics and the trash.
There stood the kid from seventh grade
Who swiped my lunch money twice.
Next to him was my old neighbor
Who never said anything nice.
Herb, who I always thought
Was rotting away in hell,
Was sitting pretty on cloud nine,
Looking incredibly well.
I nudged Jesus, “What’s the deal?
I would love to hear Your take.
How’d all these sinners get up here?
God must’ve made a mistake.
And why is everyone so quiet,
So somber? Give me a clue.”
“Hush, child,” He said, “They’re all in shock.
No one thought they’d see you.”