An Anecdote for My Friend, the "Professional Christian"

Next time you turn your back
On the beggar asking for money
Don't assume he needs it for
Illegality
You don't know his story

Those who annoy you
Obviously crying out for attention
"Oh, I can't stand her!"
Yes, but did she ever mention
Her insecurities
In confidentiality
Of friendly
Conversation
Simply put,
She's loud, she's rude, obnoxious
This covers her pain and fear
But, didn't you hear?

Dad has cancer
God's not giving her an answer
He's not listening
Daddy's little girl is crying
Inside, she's dying
Trying
To fool them with her laughing
Smiling
Emotionally, she's running
Stunning those who don't know
Pushing them away
Rushing out the door

Who will notice?
What about the student leader?
The preacher?
He smiles at the others
But never bothers
With those who leave a bad taste in his mouth
He has his inner sanctum
No one unauthorized can enter in
Clearance is for the pretty and the pretty only

So, where is she?
Sitting on the outside, lonely
Nobody
To talk to or see
She is the plague, the ugly
A four letter word.

Sure, you can't stand her, but where is the love of Christ you preach everyday?

What kind of preacher
Teacher
Ignores the unloved?
Or, rather creates is?
Pot or kettle
The blackness of sin
Enters in
Everyone

So, don't think you are holy
High and mighty
Because you have a Christian degree
In something churchy

If anything
You should be reaching
To those who are hurting
Fighting
Drowning
Dying
Spiritually

To the Professional Christian,
Bring this to an end
Show Jesus, the friend
Not the enemy
Show them visually
The love for eternity
The Christ who is holy
Sacrificing and Priestly
Who died for you and me
On the cross, you see
That piece of wood was the altar
For every son and daughter
That they may know the everlasting
Truth that is My Jesus.

Show them the love that is not
Judging
Condemning
Killing

Because, ultimately, God is the only One who knows where they will spend their life eternally.

Open arms
Open hearts
Open the doors to the Church that has been locked indefinitely
See the beggars and the poor
Worship like family

To the Professional Christian
I challenge you to smile at the unloved
And mean it

A hug would be nice too.