I went out the other day to take a walk, because my heart was heavy and as I walked with tears in my eyes I saw this beautiful building and on the door there was a cross. I went and sat on the step and I just cried. There were people walking in and out of the building, but none cared to notice me. I wasn’t seeking their attention. In fact I wanted to be alone, but the fact is that not one had enough human compassion to ask “If I was ok?” and as I sat there crying on the steps people continued to walk pass me and around me, as if I weren’t even there as they went in and out of this building.

I didn’t know what kind of building it was, because although I saw a cross on the door I also saw a statue of some sort on the grounds, so once I finally got myself together I stopped one of the people as they were walking in the building and I asked “What kind of building is this?” and he replied “A Catholic Church” and instantly I saw myself as the man lying on the side of the road hurt while church people stepped over me and around me to get inside of the church and it was there that the LORD had begun to minister to me and said “PEOPLE ARE SO BUSY TRYING TO GET INTO CHURCH THAT THEY ARE STEPPING OVER SOULS.”

A man was going down from Jerusalem to Jericho, when he was attacked by robbers. They stripped him of his clothes, beat him and went away, leaving him half dead. 31 A priest happened to be going down the same road, and when he saw the man, he passed by on the other side. 32 So too, a Levite, when he came to the place and saw him, passed by on the other side.” ~ LUKE 10:30-32 ~

WHO HAVE YOU PASSED BY AND STEPPED OVER IN ORDER TO GET TO CHURCH?  Who needed your attention, time, or just your presence, but you were unwilling to meet their need, because getting into a building was more important than tending to a person? We must never get so consumed with going to church and doing church that we forget that we are to “BE” the church.


By: Phaedra T. Anderson

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