The visitor/ welcome stranger
He came into the church one Sunday morning; his clothís were tattered and torn.
Every eye began to stare in wonder, at this person who was battered and worn.
He sat in the back without lifting his head, as though hiding his face from them all.
Everyone was thinking here is another prospect for salvation, a person who may hear the saviorís call.
Some of them sang loudly in hopes that he would hear,, while others just waited to see.
No one offered a hand of welcome, they kept to their selves and let him be.
When the service finally started, they all went about their way.
Some fell asleep; others looked around, while some began to pray.
In the back of this little church the stranger stood to his feet.
He opened the door made his exit, and walked out into the street.
Some stood up and followed him leaving quietly without making a sound.
But as they reached the parking lot, the stranger was nowhere to be found.
Inside the church many people were standing, not knowing what to say.
Never before had they seen this display for no one ever left this way.
Over in the corner where the stranger was seated there was a note and a worn out book.
Everyone just stared at the back of the church, to afraid to take a look.
Then one grabbed the note and began to read it, and scribbled in ink it went like this;
I am a beggar who is despised in this world a soul that no one would miss.
I came here with hope that I would find someone who would care, to accept me the way that you see.
Well your love for me just wasnít there, and I donít blame you for letting me be.
I have known hatred and disgust all most all of my day, so I know why you donít care about me.
Take this book it is my only possession, I wont need it, please give it away for free.
I made up my mind there is no hope for me, so I am giving up today.
this world holds no place for the homeless, there is no place to stay.
Some of them cried, while others got angry, while their pastor he preached of their sin.
Many still wait for that stranger to come back, but to their shame they never saw him again.
This should come as a reminder to every believer, that some may be at their lifeís end.
They may be looking for real answers, or just searching for a single friend.
So the next time a person comes into your church remember to show them that you care.
You just may save a soul from defeat, or entertain an angel unaware.