“Christian, Please Don’t Pass Me By”

Christian, please don’t pass me by “as you go and make disciples.”

Somehow, I was in ‘your’ path as you went along your way, perhaps we met by dumb luck, or maybe a little grace. All I know is chaos, and that strange light from your face.

We are strangers to each other, this will not be easy for you. So, buckle up Believer this will take more effort than you ever knew.

Christian, please to don’t look at us that way, and step awkwardly around the children. That light from your face now seems labored, as you learn about our burdens.

Christian, please don’t judge me so harshly, my sins are many and I know I am to blame. So, pounding blame into my chest solves nothing, and only causes shame.

Christian, you speak of grace and love, and some power from above. But remember, your actions and your face are all I know of things you speak of.

Have my sins disqualified me from “the least of these?” Then condemn and punish me as you wish. But please, spare the children. Is there light left in your face for the children? Surly your God’s love can be shared with the children, even if I’m the guilty one.

Christian, please don’t pass the children by. They are victims even more than you and I. Please don’t leave the children to some social service systems that you don’t even believe in, vote for, or support.

Christian, the children need a home in a house. Please don’t confuse a house with that of your boathouse, lake house, beach house, vacation house, or second house. The children don’t have ANY house.

Christian, please don’t make me beg, unless begging is what it takes to see that light renewed upon your face. Remember, your actions and your face, Are all I know of your faith.

Christian, please don’t pass me by (again)…