Monday, November 9, 2009

Sheep and Goats

Sitting in the tiny church I heard the message of salvation preached to a congregation of parishioners settled inexorably into their pews, seeming to have weathered and aged in place.

Every Sunday for the last fifty years they must have heard this message.

I could not help wishing I knew how many had chosen, how many had accepted Christ. I wanted to stand up front and ask. Will the congregation please take sides?

Those who need to hear it one more time on the left, and sheep to the right.
Would anyone move?

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