going to church every Sunday, raising your hands in praise to me. I see you studying your Bible, sharing my word with others and claiming you have my Son in your heart.
I see everything.
I see how you sneer at the homeless person on the street muttering, “get a job, loser.” That person who has wandered away from my embrace and found themselves in the street is the one I was hoping you would show my love to. My heart breaks over the loneliness that old man feels.
“He would probably only spend the money on alcohol,” you tell your wife as you disregard his pleading eyes. Yes, and you would spend that money on something better? Like you need a new pair of designer jeans to add to your collection? Really?
“Homeless people disgust me, they are always begging for food and they do absolutely nothing to deserve a hand out,” you continue as you make your way to your Mercedes.
I have a question for you, “Did you do anything to deserve the sacrifice of my son to wipe the arrogance that you portray daily from your record?”
“He probably deserves to be homeless.”
Did you deserve your mansion? I know you have worked hard, but how many others have you trampled on to get to the top of your career ladder? How many have you outright stolen from?
Furthermore I am the God of creation. Do you know how easy it would be to lift your home off of the ground with one tornado?
You go to church every Sunday and you praise me thinking that you have done something worthwhile by lifting your hands and singing praises. Yet you disregard those children of mine who are lost and lonely because they are beneath you.
How am I to receive your praises when my heart is breaking for that homeless man. Do you think I find him worthless as you have? He is the one my heart yearns for, not you. I find his pain beseeching and his loneliness heartbreaking. I feel every hunger pain that slices through his stomach lining.
It is the lost children that I have asked you to gather into my kingdom, yet you think that your pursuit of money and prestige is so much more important. I am at a loss as to how to get to you because your pride keeps slamming the door in my face.
You go to church every Sunday when my wish for you is to help those who are lost.
How will the lost ever know my Son if you do not show them them His love?